Predator

I lost touch with her

years ago,

but, with the grace and intelligence of a predator,

you found her.

You found me.

You slid into my messages

by taking over a part of her.

You gave me what I wanted.

What I needed.

A flexible job

that would let me write.

I think you knew trouble was coming,

for when it did,

you disappeared,

leaving me to pick up the pieces.