Verse by @sunny.delacroix

the highway hums the way you used to every train sounds like leaving from here the map was wrong but the walking was right the mirror learned my face by accident

the calendar keeps making promises we were young and the light was cheap the kettle screams and i let it the sea does not remember any of our names

the cold got into the bones of the house we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i counted every streetlight home i keep apologizing to furniture

the cold got into the bones of the house the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays there is a version of us that stayed i keep the porch light on for nobody

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights