Ulysses fights through unspecified traffic, roads clogged with people trying to make their way home. He texts–
Proof love is
Ordinary provisions
Ulysses fights through unspecified traffic, roads clogged with people trying to make their way home. He texts–
Proof love is
Ordinary provisions
I have distilled what I have left of hope for
You and me
Into
I used to think you were home