Staring you in the eyes 
In my illusion of minimalism  
I scored my first wormhole on schedule. The entity, no,  
I should say the accretion settled down  
Inside us, lost and scattered trying to remember.  
 
After all that, it’s a misunderstanding of gym etiquette that gets you ashore with one* shoe in hand, mine.
I’ll find you.

*that one shoe = two I stole from you.