The Relationship

Footsteps

They come for me, somehow, I know

Simpatico.

I still have need; I still remember want

This isn’t how I am supposed to go

Simpatico.

My eyes attempt but cannot blink

Cold fills this space between unearthly shadow

Simpatico.

Praise academia. I believe in academics

Religion is a travesty, a cult, a mind-numbing placebo

Simpatico.

Why then do you want me? Take your hands off me

Don’t sacrifice this unspoiled moment of chaste ego

Simpatico.

These footsteps are determined, then apprehend

I was wrong, I’m sorry, I beg you! Infiltrator! Let go!

Simpatico.

A castaway lost beneath the body of water

A soul that drowns without ever exercising veto

Simpatico.

© 2024 Bill Canepa