Verse by @marlow.quinn

the kettle screams and i let it i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i counted every streetlight home the birds do not know we broke up

your laugh survives in the hallway summer left its fingerprints on the glass the river takes what it is offered winter came in through the window we never fixed

i keep the receipts of everything i felt we were young and the light was cheap i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i love you in the tense that has no word

we were young and the light was cheap winter came in through the window we never fixed