Verse by @port.calloway

winter came in through the window we never fixed the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the calendar keeps making promises the floorboards keep the score

i wore your city like a borrowed coat i left the door unlocked for a season the floorboards keep the score i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the lemon tree outlived the marriage i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors summer left its fingerprints on the glass

there is a version of us that stayed you never asked and i never stopped answering i wore your city like a borrowed coat