Let me know when you lose the air to save your breath.

Hold in that breath
To savor words, unexpressed
Pressured to seep into your grounded disposition -
All that's left.
So you read me
And find that blank pages seem colourful
When, for so long, the pages were missing

I'm not careless
To chase the happiness that left me fearless
Or dwell on the chafed regret
That swells in my chest.
So you leave me
And find that blank pages become coloured
When, for so long, she'd recovered the missing.