You stand close. Closer than your mind tells you the stand.
But here you are.
Once settled, I see the panic sweep in like a black cloud moving in. You flee the scene like you were never there.
There you go.

I see your figure coming towards me. Fast pace, head hanging low.
Here you are.
Standing in front of me, speaking words of sadness and regret until you get it all off your chest.
Then, there you go.

Despite all the harsh words spoken,
Here you are.
Back before I have time to wipe my tears away from my eyes. Why?
Is it me you miss, or the void being filled?
Before my question is answered,
There you go.

Stuck. Between a rock and a very hard place. Uncomfortable losses.
I try to free myself from the hold you have on me.
I wriggle and squirm and try to break free.
Finally, I am out. I smell the salty sea air like it's my first time breathing it in. I don't fear you leaving me, for I have already left.
I walk the park, with a stride in my step. Pride carries me along.
There I go.