it’s that gentle smile you give,
when i wake up to an overcast sky
that splits apart the clouds covering
the ceiling of my soul.
the toxicity of the collapsing air,
filtered through polluted sunset colors
rushes into my lungs;
tasting sweeter than i’ve ever hoped,
but i realize now,
it was you i had been inhaling.
maybe it’s just me,
holding carefully a quiet cautious dream
of returning the soft kiss
of your lips in the early morning
to my weary cheeks.