A Letter

I, who scarcely know you
Wrote a letter to you
In which I said that I love you
And that I'm missing you

And later that day I rang you
And spoke with a woman not you
And she spoke with assurance about you
And I felt that  I scarcely knew you

Me

My body is long and thin
And full of veins that blood runs in
And my heart is a drum-box that is always beating
My stomach a monster that must be eating

My brain’s a tyrant that must be obeyed
Now, in an ambush of indecision, feels betrayed.
My self is a pool that the sun shines in
And my thoughts are ripples blown by the wind.