Ender

I remember the year
I learned about neologisms.
It was the year we met,
and the year that I started talking,
(Again)
and it was the year I started taking chances
(Like cutting a hole in my steel framed heart;
To fit your feet, because you like to rest them in all kinds of places)

And we got comfortable like that
(trading shoes and clothes and shampoo)

But now it seems I have commited Xenocide to the ansible network
that used to exist
between your sock drawer
and mine.
Game.
Set.
(Match fixing is not allowed.)
Get out the backgammon board.
We still have more moves.