In the crowded café I feel them constrict

In the crowded café, I feel them constrict,

each breath a labor, as whispers collide.

I hear someone wheeze, their struggle feels thick,

I wonder if I’m doing it right, or if I’ve lied.

These lungs bear the weight of stories untold,

a rhythm of gasps, a chorus of fears.

Inhale the moment, exhale what’s bold,

yet still I’m left wondering, when will it clear?