You can’t see her, you can’t taste her
You can only breathe.
A temporary resident, a pleasant resident
Filling the empty pockets in your lungs and life.
Ultimately you’ll have to let her go,
For her to regain her freshness, and all her glory,
And everything that makes her breathable.
Feels very selfish using her and poisoning her with the poison of our own creation,
But for me to survive, selfish is what I must be.
Her selflessness, her ability to embrace without judgment,
Is what I adore the most.