Recyled Air

The stale taste of this recycled air
Passing out of one and into another
Does it take a part of someone with it?
That air, so soft and flowing
Does it keep a part of each body in pauses at?
It enters, swirling about in lungs and staying for a few seconds
Only to exit with a simple sigh and drift about
Mixing with the rest of the atmosphere till inhaled again
Repeat process and continue
Does it somehow connect me to you?
This air I breathe, exhale, and send on it's way
Perhaps a little bit of it makes it's way to you
Floating around you and touching your being
As I wish to do, and it makes me smile
To think a small piece of me is with you
No matter how far apart we may be