Good To You

The carbon dioxide-laced sighs I exhale
could easily kill a decently populated forest.
Instead,
they make up the longing infused air of this iced season,
and inevitably become the life you silently breathe
in your self-imposed solitary existence.
You are not to blame for needing to breathe.
It is not your fault my generosity exceeds my reasoning.

©Kozi Nasi