Sharing a poem by Thomas Hardy titled, “A Broken Appointment” – 

You did not come, 
 And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb. 
 Yet less for loss of your dear presence there 
 Than that I thus found lacking in your make 
 That high compassion which can overbear 
 Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake 
 Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, 
 You did not come. 

 
 You love not me, 
 And love alone can lend you loyalty; 
 -I know and knew it. But, unto the store 
 Of human deeds divine in all but name, 
 Was it not worth a little hour or more 
 To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came 
 To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be 

You love not me.