Deep breath take up far more space than silence.

They steal the air from your lung.

Close the room around two shadowed forms.

They make your skin heat up just enough to feel there skin almost ever so slightly touching yours.

Never quite close enough.

Our breaths make up more than a sentence.

More than a promise.

They make up a lie.

A lie that we can stand her forever.

A lie that we can be together.

A lie that when we walk out those doors we can love each other no longer just in our minds.

No more hidden touches, or secret glances.

No more fighting this perturbing ache.

I like our lie.

And I like the silence.

The silence is quiet.

So that for once in my life I can finally breath.

I can share with him my breath.

For once I can stop.

Just stop.