it adds a texture to the air

that i can feel in my lungs

in, out

in, out

i can feel the pattern drifting about in my chest

the clorox wipes she used to clean the windows

the lemon slices in her iced tea

in, out

in, out

it fills up my lungs

like she filled up my heart

in, out

out

but she drifts in again with the lemon air

and the memories

to make my heart clean again