I have noticed.
But I pretend not to.
The way you have started,
Slowly and quietly hurting me.
But who's counting 

In your  action, not your words.
In your attitude, not what you say.
Do you even have knowledge?.
Do you even know what you do?.

Don't tell me you are coming,
For I wait expectant.
Don't tell me you will see me,
For I fantasies and think out plans.

And yet you don't show up.
And you don't explain WHY.
For your attitude hurts deeply.

All the same, who's counting