Verse by @fenn.arlo

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the bus came and i did not get on you can hear the whole town breathing at four am we are all somebody else's weather

we were young and the light was cheap the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the calendar keeps making promises i keep apologizing to furniture

i put the whole year in one suitcase the field went gold then went to sleep the birds do not know we broke up there is honey in the bottom of the bad years