neverleaveopen. by @glennoar (Thomas Lux)

"I still hear trains at night, When the wind is right. I remember everything, Lick and thread this string that will never mend you Or tailor more than a memory of a kitchen floor, Or the fire-door that we kept propping open.

And I love this place; The enormous sky, and the faces, Hands that I'm haunted by, So why can't I forgive these buildings, These frameworks labeled 'Home'?"

-The Weakerthans.