Between Breath and Voice

When this room

gets sharp,

when the edges start

to cut, My nerves just hum;

I’m trying to play the part,

Trying to pass as fine.

You don’t have to carry it all,

You don’t have to hold this for me.

Just stay.

Just let your hand find mine.

Hold the line.

Let it ring.

The air is biting cold;

it’s freezing my skin.

Listen—it doesn’t have to land the same way for everyone.

Hands up.

Hearts open.

Pull in close—I can feel it now.

I feel it too.

That little tap.

That beat.

Every glance you give says more than words could ever say.

My world is shifting shape right now,

And for the first time,

I can actually see it.

The truth isn’t hiding anymore.

It’s right here.

Your voice fits here.

Your voice fits here,

too.

We are the signal,

cutting clean through the sound.

What they tuned out,

we’re turning it loud.

Now that we see it,

we’re never letting go.

No broken wires—just a current only we know.

We’re lighting up this room,

moving bright, moving true.

The static’s gone.

It’s just me and you.