The problem with space

You need a little space

And so do I.

But you took the space first
And now my time
Is crowded with doubt
Squeezed (breathe out)
I can’t breathe without
A word or two
From you,

From you.  
It’s Through.
…………......it’s true.  

I want to run
Until my lungs give out

Give me
A second to breathe

You encompass all my need
And now you’ve taken
All my space.