I know am not talking like I used to,
Not even talking much, that is also true,
And I know these things are hurting you badly,
But sadly, you ain’t able to say all these things to me,
But despite of that I know everything my sweet friend,
What’s going in your mind and what you going through,
Even I know, because of this you are feeling blue,
Because of me you are bearing all this pain,
And I know that I am not,
Giving you the time that you deserve,
Which is making you go insane,
I know it’s all my fault and am the only one to blame,
What should I do to apologise for all this,
Tell me what to do?
I love you honey, and all I do is miss you.
*A poem that a very dear friend of mine once wrote to me. The first one for whom I'd fight, the first to penetrate my defenses.