Verse by @fenn.arlo

i left the door unlocked for a season i put the whole year in one suitcase summer left its fingerprints on the glass i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the map was wrong but the walking was right every train sounds like leaving from here nothing holy ever asked for my name you were a rumor i believed twice

the bus came and i did not get on i counted every streetlight home my hands still know your kitchen the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

i put the whole year in one suitcase summer left its fingerprints on the glass i speak to the version of you that listens the lemon tree outlived the marriage

your laugh survives in the hallway every train sounds like leaving from here