Verse by @halftone.ohm

summer left its fingerprints on the glass my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the field went gold then went to sleep the dog still waits by the door at six

i love you in the tense that has no word the field went gold then went to sleep somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i still set the table for the ghost of us there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i left the door unlocked for a season