This is where I meet her
Before the sun rises,
Armed not with sword and shield
But with pen and paper.
She always puts up a good fight,
Though some days
She is stronger than others.
I know what to expect from her.
I know her evasive tactics, and
The predictable but savage attempts at
Keeping herself safe.
She never surrenders easily,
Even when she’s tired.
But no matter.
I always win.