Verse by @moth.lamp

the calendar keeps making promises summer left its fingerprints on the glass somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

i left the door unlocked for a season i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i buried the argument in the yard the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

you never asked and i never stopped answering summer left its fingerprints on the glass we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i wore your city like a borrowed coat

we sang until the neighbors forgave us i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the kettle screams and i let it the cold got into the bones of the house

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i left the door unlocked for a season we sang until the neighbors forgave us i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the lemon tree outlived the marriage the dog still waits by the door at six summer left its fingerprints on the glass