It can't be coincidence

Must be the the fourth or third time, me wishing to thrive, in another life. One and two years before, I wished I would be set in groups with you more. Now when just being next to you makes me shake, lets every memory replace, breathing is getting hard to remake, Thoughts sending me: "I think it's enough, we should go. We really should.", I start to relate. I was leaving, now I am standing here, showing me stupid. As if I didn't know where I was told to stand. With whom I was set to talk to. But my eyes tell me I can't. They look to the left. Are you continuing doing little steps? You were about to throw the Ball to the other way, still you lead it gently to him, but sometimes your moves let you mint. When It got across the room, and he needed to do a run to get it. Were you feeling shame?