If I Was Holding Your Hand

Remind me how you crinkle your eyes,
How my insides are attached to the corners of your mouth –
When they go up, so do I.
I remember the way
You say things to me,
Whether giggling or frowning or groaning,
No matter how you say it, they’re the air that I breathe.
Really, you could twist me in pretzels if you felt the need!
 
If I was holding your hand,
I’d gently count each finger
To make sure they all were there.
Then I’d say,
You’re my air.
And you’d laugh and make me feel
Better than I should.