Wearing out your words

Little things that you do

whispers in my ear

without worries or means

would’ve been nice had you been here.

Disappointments overflow senses

letters take truth

you write down these words

and still it shows no proof.

Waiting through glass

endless thought of what should be

it slowly stepped away

right along beside me.

From a distance I still hear you

I stop to think and pause

I gain recollection

and still I've got no cause.

One of two regrets

that is laughed away

perhaps it’s all understood

since this is what we say.

I seen your face tonight

I behaved and spoke no word

when you put it all together

it truly is absurd.

Two thousand miles away

I still hear you speak

seems you’ve surrendered

and it’s making you weak.

It feels good to have seen you happy though.