I knew who walked in before I’d even look up
To see who you presented yourself as in this cycle
Something of your form seemed so calm
As i could no longer hold the facade.
Always beckoning to you
You knew which I’d choose. You came
To the mission-land ahead of me
Prepared for it
Funny that you prefer ‘your’
That y drops real far when I come around
I am grateful. Not every twinned flame.
Gets to pursue their other.
We find ours.