why do you do this in such a roundabout way?
it’s not like we haven’t already met,
so why didn’t you just give it to me face to face?
have you heard the story about icarus?
in his excited stupor, he soared into hubris
as he flew too close to the sun.
his wings melted and he fell,
despairing as he perished;
i’m really happy to have met you,
but i don’t want to fly to my sun,
too carelessly, too closely, too soon,
and risk suffering the same fate.