Static

I touched it,
Touched the air that surrounds you.
Didn’t you hear me,
Hear me,
Through the noise,
Through the poise.
Through the limitless doubt.


If I touched your air,
Will I care?
Have I entered your universe,
Without your consent.
Does it mean I care?


Will you let me,
Care?
When all I do,
Is stare.
At the space,
You refer to as air.
Stop me?
Or just let me be.
Should I care?