you always seem to know when something is wrong
like some kind of sixth sense
linked to the way that i breathe
three-pack-a-day-smoker sighs
as if you're ready for the very moment
when breath escapes my lips
to catch that breath and use it for your own
when you ask
"what's wrong?"

so i've been working on making sure
that you never hear me sigh
because sometimes nothing is wrong
and sometimes something is
and sometimes i just want to tell you
how amazing you are
and sometimes i just want to hear you say it too
or maybe, just maybe
i just want to hear your voice
and feel your skin against mine

sometimes i want you to steal my breath
and use it for your own
when you ask me what's wrong
and sometimes i want my breath
to become the gasoline in your mouth
that drives your flower petal lips
to embrace mine
when you use it for your own
and it becomes a kiss

our breath mingles in the winter air
so frigid that we can see it dancing
like little vapor wisps
having their first dance
and realizing
as they look into little vapor eyes
this might be the one

that same breath will be the same one i breathe
when i steal yours and use it for my own
when i say
"i love you"
and the feeling of how true those words ring
like a school bell from years ago
telling us to get back to P.E.
makes me feel so alive
that even the vast expanse of space
couldn't stop us from breathing one another

so if i ever sigh
and you ask "what's wrong"
and i say "nothing"
just know that sometimes
maybe it really is nothing
and sometimes i just want to hear you say
"i love you"

but for as long as there might be something
to make you think that i don't feel quite right
or that i feel like it's not working
or that i'm considering doing what i did before

my sighs will be inaudible