It’s not empathy fatigue––It’s an empathy implosion––
What made me call out your name in the middle of my dream;
I was on my way to Heaven before I saw your face––
I never stood a chance;
You took away my feet, and kept them for yourself.
My ears belong to the astral, and my eyes belong to works of fiction;
All the issues of your world––They just escape me with aplomb––
But if you can just keep talking, and I can just keep staring––
I’m sure that shit will unfurl just right
Like cherry blossoms shedding deep in fall twilight;
Oh, how death forsakes us, yet never lets us go.