Oh do I crave

That final exhalation,

The sweet breath that topples my empty frame…

You forgot to blow me up, my love.

I stretch and I pull for you.

I breathe and I lie for you.

I am the balloon that cannot inflate itself

But lies as it must,

As we all do.  

Wind me up and give me a name.  

Pop me back into submission and

We are the same.