Verse by @port.calloway

the tape hissed where your voice should be every train sounds like leaving from here the highway hums the way you used to i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath you were a rumor i believed twice the cold got into the bones of the house i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i love you in the tense that has no word the cold got into the bones of the house the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the floorboards keep the score

i counted every streetlight home i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i put the whole year in one suitcase i buried the argument in the yard