Air

Your health is leaking.

I place my hands together, 

Try to hold it,

While it escapes from me

Like a breeze on butterfly wings.

I think of you,

I do my best to skip some thoughts,

I have to silence myself 

So I can be enough;

So I can do all I have to do.

I dig my feet on the ground:

Roots to keep me from falling,

Your breeze is getting stronger

And I have been greeted 

By previous hurricanes.

I have to nail down the drawers

So they stay in place,

Time is a blessing that evades me –

I hope my shelter stays still,

And I pray for your breath 

To keep coming.

I try to indulge myself,

Pull me from the cage.

I have to create time gaps,

So I can swallow it all.

It tastes bitter,

But I grew used to it.

My mind comes in waves

And so does your weather,

I'm trying my best to guess it;

But I'm not a meteorologist.