I hear voices loud and clear,
Breath in the air.
Rapid words, hollers of laughter, and all the things that keep the world spinning,
Are blaring like a fog horn in my ears.
But I reach a fingertip towards your shoulder,
And the whole world goes quiet.
Like a moment of silence at a funeral,
Like someone stuffed cotton in my ears,
Like that moment right before you break through the ocean’s surface–
And sputter for breath,
All I hear is nothing,
But my breath,
Catching in the back of my throat,
As my skin grazes yours.