edward lilley


Mudsong

I miss you.
It has rained for two weeks here.
Winter has seemed endless.
So little light.
Last night, I watched a trickle, and then legions of ladybugs emerge from a crack in our bedroom ceiling.

Early this morning I recieved your letter telling me you will not be coming back.
I sat helpless, stupid for a long time in the dark.

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