First one there, last one to leave.
At first I thought it was a crush,
nothing out of the ordinary.
Then it was love, and I was afraid-
a little odd, but not unusual.
But now I realize it’s the rarest
thing of all:
A meeting of minds.
The realization in another person
that we don’t belong here.
That we are of another world,
one with high academic standards
and appreciation for the old.  

First one there, last one to leave.
At first I was afraid
nothing I knew would be enough.
Then I realized the shift in expectations-
a little less than what I was used to.
But now we understand each other,
things left unsaid:
A lack of academics.
The search for something more
that takes us away from here.
That if he rely on
one another
and expect more from each other

It will all work out.