I feel you in the air
like the smell of fire
or the lingering humidity
of a lightning burst on
a humid summer night.
I love like a teenager still
as though you haven't
been here all along.
I've wanted you since
we were kids and the future
before us still loomed.
There is still a broken home
and an empty void deep
inside the boy but
there is light there, too.
There isn't much me left
outside of what I've been with you.