breathe

streetlights

do nothing but stand

neglected.

just like you do.

you are the streetlights,

bruised and dark.

someone else charged in with a torch,

burning your lovely light.

air

does nothing but keep me

alive.

just like you do.

you are my air.

i breathe you

instead of that

overrated oxygen.

so not to fret, love.

i’m here now.

i’ll be your air.

because you so desperately need

to breathe.