Missed right field's glance
left as a stare.
On the steps I ran
with strides of nowhere.

I couldn't bear it without you.
It would've been such a dare,
And I couldn't stand to their sitting eyes
Slowly darting from everywhere.

I guess with this fate, by chance, left in my control
As your contempt, my dress did tear.
But in plight of all offered
Your absence, still there
My tender heart coarsed bear.