Air returns home.

 

All good times here
are wild and happy and free
I don't know why you're so intent on trapping
on harnessing
on making a stupid statement.

I look into your puppy dog eyes
get lost in them a little bit
try to find an innocence in there
that is long gone
I'm searching for something other than
what you are trying so hard to call love.

Love is not what you think it is
you don't know how to love and be loved
you only know taking 
and burning
and turning to ashes.

I don't let you, I'm extinguishing flames
with every word and every friendly gaze
all cold air from my lungs
a gift
undeserving
yet lovely

I'm taking what you're giving,
with a pinch of salt
maybe a tablespoon or two
because I believe you do it out of kindness
out of what you understand as kindness
after being roughed around for so long
lit up with the fuel of anger.

It's in my nature to try to heal
to try to fix
put out the imminent dangers
to put things where they belong and find them a home
but I don't like losing myself in the process.

Air deserves to blow free
to freshen living rooms and 
howl near mountaintops.

Air deserves to be sighed from lungs
to be held in with breaths of passion
to ruffle pretty heads of hair.

Air returns home
at the end of the day
to push autumn leaves down trees
to wake us up with an early morning breeze.

Air returns home.
Always home.