THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN

It feels like the walls are closing into silence each breath tighter than the last as if love itself might end our existence. I lie here, half a human reaching for air and you. You're holding back, I feel it but something sacred is taking shape. Your thoughts speak in whispers louder than words echoing in rhythm with mine confessing what lips still fear to say. Now it's undeniable the ache is shared, the pull is real. The walls are falling and all that separates us... is a single breath and these fragile sheets.