I was going through my routines this night
when as from the thinnest air,
I felt a touch that was so slight.
Might it be that someone’s there?
A brief interest seen for my endeavor
and how shallow it does always seem,
that after this our ties you’ll sever.
It was just briefly we have shared the theme.
I labored and loved and this I showed,
to receive a view from you and others.
In return, being fairly owed,
I’ll read your ravings about Big Brother.
In the end I’ll be alone,
Despite my writing this silly poem.
This butchery of an art form presented in response to a Weekly Challenge.
Typing chimpanzee image from Wikimedia Commons and is public domain