Have you ever gotten lockjaw? At least, that's what I think it is when my mouth stretches to let in a yawn, or out a sigh. My tongue recedes for the muscles underneath pull taut. It hurts to keep open, and it hurts to try and close. I cannot speak yet I cannot seem to keep silent. But this is only for a moment, one that I long for, as silly as that sounds.
It reminds me of talking to you
Any thoughts on the final line? I'm worried it's a bit on the nose but without it I worry the meaning gets lost