After three years of cutting teethUnable to evolve,We sit in the river, tryingTo meet each other,Finally.

On this, the last night Of our grand gameOf House, which we have alwaysPlayed to win.

I mean to encounter you,To push through the skin of mindAnd know the flavor of your thoughtsBefore they’re shaped like words, but

I am too busy tighteningMy stomach, making myself smaller,Easier for you to hold on toEven as the currentTugs me away.