In Your Air

I feel you there  passing by

Like a drifting breeze from the  sky.

It's  not quite what it used to be- to be standing in your air.

I feel the piercing cold run through me

'Cause you're far removed from thee.

I shiver from the cold as you go by-

No, it's not like it used to be - standing in your air.

I imagined growing old with you-needing you,

But now the weather's blistering;

The frigid, stoic air stills me deep.

Then I  notice that you're  there but not who you used to be.

And I'm  no longer standing in the air that breezes as you pass me by; no, I'm  no longer standing there- in the air that comes from you.

As you lie there beside me, I  try to tempt you to my side.

But the breeze coming from you seems more penetrating and frigid

as these many years have pass by.

It's  not what I remember as I stand to feel you pass me by.

Being in your air is not what it used to be.

No it doesn't  feel how it used to feel-standing there in your air.

Your secrecy and cached lies stifles me; it stiffens like a bitter cold that runs through even thee.

A comforting breeze evades me true,  and is replaced with blistery frost

That laidens me in crippling cold.

For, your cold and spiteful air

Has seemed to overtake and weaken me thus.

So now I'm e'er determined to avoid your air,

So cold.

To pass on by and pretend to shield myself from you-

From that breeze that paralyzes me, that I  could never deny.

For you coldish manner pushes me far away

And I wonder if I'll ever recover

And find that breeze that could make me see the reason to choose to go on.