Doc, There Might Be Something Wrong With My Lungs Poem by Kewayne Wadley

It's hard for me to say I love you
Just as I am able to breathe
Without knowing.
My existence of knowing you
I've walked and padded my feet
In appreciation of the air
You provide,
Yet you're everywhere & nowhere
At the same time.
I continue my search
Future past & present.
Until they've withered
Until they've gasped your name.
Soon they will collapse
Into a monument where
You too, can pass through freely.
Without question
The same way you've been able
to this whole time