You are not a necessity,
not air for me.
Your absence causes only discomfort
not death.
Without you there is longing,
and a little lonliness,
but no despair.
Because you are not air
for me.
I do not need you to fill
my lungs and life
With your laughter, lies
hellos and goodbyes
tossed with such savoir faire
Because you are not air
for me.
Although your sigh
weakened my knees and wetted my eye
don’t misread me as breathless;
on the brink of despair
Because you are not air
for me.
But a confession, yes:
the scent of you still
lingers on the skin I’m in
and I inhale,
taking you deep within,
suddenly aware….
that I care…..
Even though you are not air….
