You remind me of the air that fills my lungs, so necessary in one moment gone without warning in the next. I thoughtlessly crave you..pulling you in. To hold you forever would satisfy my craving, and kill me all at once. So I release. You now occupy the space around me making the hairs aback my neck rise shooting chills down my spine. Instantaneously the craving is back forcing me to inhale. I hold my breath, I refuse to breathe anything but you. As the room starts to spin I gasp, searching for you in the space surrounding me. When I can not feel you; I gasp again...and again...and again my chest begins to compress stumbling upon the first realization that you are gone.
It's easier to breathe now but it doesn't feel the same. I don't reject that which keeps me alive I do though, search for you within every breath longing for just one more moment of a familiar feeling filling my lungs. I'll hold it inside a second longer because I swear I can feel you ...release in less than a fraction of the universe time you so gracefully returned to me leaving just as quickly
I have taken approximately 36,816,360 breaths since I last felt you And I still search the space every time I breathe