I feel the salt fall around my eyes, it burns of rememberance and regret.

Did I make a mistake? I look at you and I feel the same, lost connection.
Do I help you, or send you away?

Why should I be so selfish, staring at you with awkward longing eyes.

I should let you be happy. Free of this past that was never esstablished. To allow you room move on.

I make the space.