Air

Back when I thought I was in love. Sometimes that’s enough.

Even the air cannot know how much I love you

All it can feel is your voice on my skin like wind through leaves

Strong, firm, and molten

So that the sand I cradle in my lungs turn to pearl

It holds the shapes of a thousand speckled memories

Floating in the time it takes for me to reach your lips

But it cannot know how every touch

Is a raindrop on letters I have yet to write

And when the ink flowers, I am yours.

Perhaps I should thank air

For carving out just enough space

Molding me to fit you perfectly,

For making the sky match your eyes

For holding me when you cannot

But when I am close enough to fold my love in your fog

I hope the air cannot tell us apart.

Then, maybe, it will know how much it does not.