Black Love

Air or water? Part 1

You said that I was your air, and she was your water. You need both air and water to live so when I asked “Can’t you find water somewhere else?”. It didn’t surprise me when you said “you don’t leave a well for a puddle.”. I have to remind myself that even though you are both the morning air I breathe and my glass of water before bed, I am not both of yours. I surround you in every aspect and you will always need me but at some point, you will find yourself taking a drink from her. You see, the sun loved the moon so much that it died every night for her. So I will let my winds guide you to her well, if it’s what makes you happy.