You’re missing here.
It sounds selfish but all I want is your presence. How am I supposed to live without it for so long ?
Time will fly , is what we said , when we parted our ways . When you left on a rainy Saturday morning , and I stood in the doorstep to watch you go.
Time will fly. But here , right now you’re missing . Missing because I can’t help thinking that you belong here with me.
you also belong somewhere else.