Verse by @port.calloway

the lemon tree outlived the marriage i put the whole year in one suitcase the tape hissed where your voice should be i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

the map was wrong but the walking was right the mirror learned my face by accident i am the last one at the party fixing the lights you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i love you in the tense that has no word the floorboards keep the score

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the river takes what it is offered