Missed?

Would it really matter if I wasn't there.
If at the back of the room there was an empty chair.
Would every one really be at a terrible loss.
It wouldn't matter, for it was me who pays the cost.
Would I really be terribly missed.
The person who had never had a hug or been kissed.
The arms reach out to you, the loneliness inside.
Why does the person have to painfully hide.
At the end of the day they're glad the silence is over.
No one now feels the need to cover.
No one ever said hello, as they passed
But you can't undo this, the sorrow will always last.