In the chamber of a round, touch the walls, click a sound
Let feeling, grounded root together, syn in pathos found
We go to a Sympatheia experience the suffering to share,
Stoic in the way love is connecting us, a flowing of a rare
A movement in one place is felt in another long long ago
Nothing you feel is ever entirely yours alone bare a show
A trembling, quiet ache, carries us over a threshold home
Your heart shifts something responds, majestic in a Rome
A hidden thread our lips breathe in exhale together a kiss
Collect those moments on a shelf too scared to hug I miss.