I hold out both palms
to the air my lungs
have always rejected.
I feel the wind
play between my fingers
no matter how fast I 
close my hands I can’t
catch it.
I thought you were
like the wind.
But you let me
breathe you in
and hold your hands
with mine.
So I know you are not
the air my lungs
gasp for
or the wind my hands 
grasp for
because you let me
catch you.