Verse by @lux.trebble

nothing holy ever asked for my name the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the river takes what it is offered summer left its fingerprints on the glass

we were young and the light was cheap the mirror learned my face by accident i keep apologizing to furniture the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

your laugh survives in the hallway every train sounds like leaving from here the bus came and i did not get on there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

i keep the receipts of everything i felt there is a version of us that stayed summer left its fingerprints on the glass the highway hums the way you used to

the map was wrong but the walking was right i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i saved the last cigarette for a braver night