I watch from the outskirts.

Seeing you.

Seeing me.

And all the things that I wish I could change.

Better words could have been said.

More from you

More from me.

An action maybe.

Actions speak louder than words.

But nothing of you.

Nothing of me.

So then you leave.

And I don’t know how to be me anymore.

Without you.

I’m without me.

**_-With regards_**