Don't flatter yourself.
You gave me temporary glaucoma, but I can see again.
You told me about your Build-a-Bear girl and your Arizona girl and all those high school girls.
You never asked about my one boy.
They were his glasses I broke, by the way.
I blinded him and you blinded me.
I hope you meet him in Moscow.
I hope he's your companion and you see my picture and you think "Oh."
You never asked, you know. You never asked how I knew so much about your mission.
My heart has already been broken once by a red-head with glasses who is in Russia.
I wasn't going to be stupid enough to let it happen twice.
I stared at the sun too long and your image burned onto my eyelids. But I blinked -one-two-three- and that was that.
The word 'vague' sticks in the back of my mouth and tastes like a swamp.
I'll gargle you away in a day or two.
I lost approximately zero minutes of sleep over you.
Don't worry, darling.