Verse by @halftone.ohm

your laugh survives in the hallway i speak to the version of you that listens i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the map was wrong but the walking was right

nothing holy ever asked for my name the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath you never asked and i never stopped answering the mirror learned my face by accident

the sky was the color of an unopened letter we are all somebody else's weather the mirror learned my face by accident i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

i speak to the version of you that listens somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried winter came in through the window we never fixed my hands still know your kitchen

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the radio only plays the parts i remember the map was wrong but the walking was right we are all somebody else's weather

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the kettle screams and i let it the bus came and i did not get on