His atomic number is
one.
A singular proton
In his private nucleus.
Electrons dancing
unnoticed on his surface.
He is programmed for
covalent bonding,
But his
(electro)negativity
Polarises his
relationships
So they are unequal.
Hydrogen is what keeps
us together.
Our atoms bound by
negative charge
From different
molecules.
Yet this is no true
chemical bond.
His melting point
-259.14 ยบC.
Not
soft or malleable, but cold.
Exposed
to air he vapourises
But
yet, is ever present.
Without hydrogen I
would die.
No air. No water.
I breathe him in; he
breathes me out,
I am his own Hiroshima.
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