Black March

March 19, 2016

These days have heavy skies, gutters backlogged with drowning worms, horrible pregnant crayfish making their insistent way. The wind changes direction and the sky is pink at the edges.

I remember you when the seasons change. It’s lucky I don’t have the choice, because I would give everything, anyone, my life, to talk to you again.

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