Everything burns and everything itches and everything is stretching and heaving and hot and all I want to do is roll around in you you you. I’m probably not sleeping enough but the idea of taking a pill or a tea or even breathing deeply seems laughable when I could be awake and looking at you you you. The other day you told me about someone who was trying with someone who wasn’t trying with her and for the first time in a long time, that emptiness, that unsatisfaction seemed unfamiliar. Laughably so. I haven’t changed the sheets in weeks even though I definitely should but I have this hunch, have this fixation I guess, with sitting in you. With being near us. With touching something that was at one time, touched by you. I have this craving. I have this need. And I think the only answer is you you you.