Restless

You ask whether Im writing about you and the short answer is yes and the rest of this fumbling letter can be the long one. Youd like to hear everything, Im sure, conceited as you are: how I fell in love with you, how I still long for you and then youll probably want me to find poetry in all this misery, and to pull some wisdom out of my ass, and admittedly I should be able to manage that.