Verse by @kessler.groove

there is a version of us that stayed i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

you never asked and i never stopped answering the lemon tree outlived the marriage the sea does not remember any of our names i put the whole year in one suitcase

the river takes what it is offered the field went gold then went to sleep summer left its fingerprints on the glass we sang until the neighbors forgave us

i love you in the tense that has no word i keep the porch light on for nobody the map was wrong but the walking was right i buried the argument in the yard