Verse by @ash.faraday

the mirror learned my face by accident i left the door unlocked for a season i am learning the names of ordinary things again you were a rumor i believed twice

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i love you in the tense that has no word the bus came and i did not get on i still set the table for the ghost of us

i put the whole year in one suitcase i keep the porch light on for nobody winter came in through the window we never fixed there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

the field went gold then went to sleep the field went gold then went to sleep i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud