Gone Again [P O E T R Y]

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I don't know how I could ever reach out to you.
I'm scared of what to say.
I'm trying to construct the sentence but My words would fail me as it is filtered thru the anxiousness.
With you sitting at the bench, all alone.
I watch you from a distance with visible vulnerability.
Thinking,
How can I help you when the sadness of your eyes reflects mine.