City
breathing
in
static
and
smoke
We
traced
constellations
on
bus
windows,
broke
You
said “
don’
t
fix
me,
just
sit
in
the
dark”
So
we
did,
and
the
quiet
left
a
mark
If
nights
keep
taking
more
than
they
give
What’
s
one
hour
we
get
to
actually
live?
We’
re
holding
paper
light
against
the
cold
Folding
our
names
in
the
margins
we
hold
If
morning
burns
it,
we’
ll
write
it
again
Two
names
the
dark
learned
to
remember
You
laughed
and
the
streetlights
stuttered
Turned
empty
into
something
that
mattered
No
plans,
no
keys,
just
this
open
door
If
the
world
keeps
score,
we’
re
already
more
We’
re
not
chasing
forever,
just
this
spark
When
everything
else
goes
out,
we
start
We’
re
holding
paper
light
against
the
cold
Folding
our
names
in
the
margins
we
hold
And
if
it
all
fades,
I’
ll
still
trace
your
face
In
the
dark
where
we
made
our
place
Paper
light.
Paper
light.
Keep
it
close.
Keep
it
bright.
City
breathing
in
static
and
smoke
We
traced
constellations
on
bus
windows,
broke
You
said “
don’
t
fix
me,
just
sit
in
the
dark”
So
we
did,
and
the
quiet
left
a
mark
If
nights
keep
taking
more
than
they
give
What’
s
one
hour
we
get
to
actually
live?
We’
re
holding
paper
light
against
the
cold
Folding
our
names
in
the
margins
we
hold
And
if
it
all
fades,
I’
ll
still
trace
your
face
In
the
dark
where
we
made
our
place
Paper
light.
Paper
light.
Keep
it
close.
Keep
it
bright. ---