Verse by @fenn.arlo

there is a version of us that stayed there is a version of us that stayed we made a home out of almost the mirror learned my face by accident

i keep the receipts of everything i felt i keep the porch light on for nobody i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

i counted every streetlight home the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i keep the porch light on for nobody the mirror learned my face by accident

the lemon tree outlived the marriage the sky was the color of an unopened letter i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the kettle screams and i let it