Verse by @kai.ashland

summer left its fingerprints on the glass we were young and the light was cheap we are all somebody else's weather you were a rumor i believed twice

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the calendar keeps making promises i buried the argument in the yard you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

you never asked and i never stopped answering somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am learning the names of ordinary things again we made a home out of almost

the field went gold then went to sleep your laugh survives in the hallway i put the whole year in one suitcase