As I watch you spill over the room
and flitter between here and there
and everywhere in between,
I realize you have become my light source,
and I feed upon your energy
like a dying plant
awaiting its moment in the sun.
Sometimes I shout from my head
that I ache for you to collect a piece of me
as you breeze through my life.
But then my mouth fills the room
with empty air,
and you disappear
once again - leaving me to wonder:
Do you even exist?