You’re turning away—

And I think

That I will

burst out

 into letters

And phrases

And forgotten speeches

And they will all fall

     like

               confetti

            You’ll catch the loudest words

            In your palms, cradle them, turn around

                                     and walk back to me.

   But your shadow grows dimmer,

            And farther,

               Until all that is left

            Is my breath

                that I’ve held in

                        For     so    long.

         Without you, these words

                        disappear

                           into

                                      thin

                                                air.