Everything is you, Jane.

Jane, I’m in agony

To hold you

To see you laugh,

Even to see you be cross with me,

I’d like to see your lines crinkled in sweet annoyance at my silliness, or strange ways of severity

I’m in agony because it’s awful to be at home without you, it isn’t a home at all you see,

It’s like coming back to a gutted out wasp nest with tired, nipped noses and eyes red like roses,

I know I whisper your name into night air each eve, a folded place in the high up wonders,

I keep you in my ear as I feel your answer back,

A trickling of trust and friendship

Of longing too,

Is that last one just me, Jane,

Or is it us

Please answer your Edward

I am in agony

Like a winded snow mountain peak, turned all achy in the cold sunlight,

So icy blue.