An Open Letter to a Lover

ah, you know, why, i can't condemn, but still, were where that's
interyerness... fine enough words,
i wondered about my street (Agricola) when you said you might be there, bought some
beer, though i had a lot, i don't know why, but, then i did so, is.
drunk, phased in and out, on my bed, then, know woke, food,
and drink-ins to the more substance
i have,

foolishness, as this may, i think you did, some wrong,
or at least have some sympathy, to what it might cause,

no longer a thought of stopping by, no time, to seek,
any realization, only, to escape, some feeling that
is created, i guess, i still have that, i still care,
and it will for a long time, so, i ask, not to

present unless you truly wish to,
because it cause such a disturbance,
alas, i will always find to be a fool.