Simple Pleasures (a poem)

Finding you in darkness. After a night of nothing. Sitting there, lonely, like I. You responded to me, as if that's what you where here for. A tap with the foot. You rebounded off the wall. You followed me without question, because I gave you life. Every revolution, you breathed, and I breathed harder. Even when I fell you were there waiting for me. You were right there ahead of me waiting for me to take you home. Waiting for me to make contact to make you move to take you to your final destination.

After this night of zero passion, of lifeless nothingness, I look to you for inspiration, even though you are not alive.

One hundred million billion worship you but you do not live. I will bring you alive, if it is the last thing I do. I can not exist without you breathing, rolling, flying through the air as I intended you to.

I kept you, even though you are not mine. I stole you from no one. You were alone, but never more. You are with me always.