I am not there

I hate when you are far away,

I hate the distance which is not only miles

I hate them for having you face on their eyelids 

I hate them for meeting you, touching by accident 

I hate all of them when they see your smile

I hate them for smelling your odor 

I hate the sun that does not reflects dazzling light of yours

I hate roads that do not lead to you

I hate this air as it lacks breath of you 

But the most 

I hate myself as I am not there