air supply

your broken lights,

a poetically constructed web

over the structure of my lungs,

how could I possibly n o t think of you, my sweet ?

when sometimes

you’re the only thing

that pushes the air forward ?

( yes, the feel of your soul

forever lost in my breaths )

and this heart of mine

always humming your tune

so intertwined

in the pulsating galaxies of us

.