Missing You Not Poem by anish morpheus chakraborty

You said love was going to be there
Even if we had nothing to spare

May were right then
But we are wrong now
I could see the love fading away
Somewhere far away, somehow

Just after a hard day’s work
I come back tired as a log
The fire burns within
When I see there is no one to talk

Do not think I am missing you
That I would like to see you again
Do not think I am remembering you
When I sit alone by the window pane
I am not used to saying sorry
That you well know
But can you not forgive me
And come back home?

But I you know me very well
And you also know very well the fact
I will not be the one saying sorry; and sadly
Neither are you going to say it first