Unrevised.

I am drunk,
but it means,
oh so much to me,
while I sit,
carelessly,
as to who is watching and who is judging,
and I read,
what you wrote,
on a Saturday morning,
while you thought,
just of me,
don't care if it was just a memory,
oh I don't,
just enough you thought of me,
and you let me know,
that is me you wrote to on a Saturday morning.