Absence

I’d heard that absence
Made the heart grow fonder, but
Never thought I’d think it to be so true;
I’d always found it too corny and clichéd,
But then… I met you.

You’ll be back next week.
The months, in hindsight, seem to
Have just melted right away.
But as the 29th approaches, Every second
Till then feels like a bloody day.

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