A slammed door cuts the world between us. A shout, a moan of useless frustration barreling into the darkness. The universe is calling our souls apart. But we are not ready, and cannot hear it's cries. A long silence, a haze grows around me, and I wonder if my voice is gone or waiting for a question to answer. The air is thick in here, and hot. Suddenly, I am filled with fear and feel as if i'm falling. The door slides open, and you leak out into the stale air. The cold floor under my back warms under your hands. Face to face, you say my name and we use our lips to mend the world again.