Aire

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….