I’ve watched your life
In detail miniscule
Ear-wigging reams
Of voyeuristic notes
I can show you how you feel…said the archivist

Your movements caught
Chronologically bare
Obsessive lines
Of unreciprocated prose
I can show you how you feel…said the archivist

You’re in my blood
You won’t shake me off your shoe
The more you push
The closer I become
I can show you how you feel…said the archivist