You slipped in.

Somewhere between laughter, witty comebacks,

age-jabs, whatsapp connections,

long talks about everything and nothing,

you slid into place. Settled in.

To stay, it seems.

Immovable.

Braced against attempts to displace you.

Somewhere after 20 Questions (and counting),

Or was it during?

Your intentions became clear. Intention, really.

You settled into place.

Buoyed by marathon conversations,

Unfazed by these walls to scale,

Obdurate even, about any flames fired at you,

Calmly and methodically, consistently

extinguishing all deterrents…

And planting your flag.

You’re in.