It can be said absence of heart
can breed a fondness most sublime.
All longing festered from the start,
is magnified in space and time.
Can love endure the test of will?
Does absent love bless lovers still?
Fate says time and distance will pass.
But hearts growing fonder? My ass!
© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik
Other “absent” poems:
https://wojisme.wordpress.com/2014/11/12/heartache/
https://wojisme.wordpress.com/2013/11/03/his-city-was-gone/
https://wojisme.wordpress.com/2013/04/06/the-valedictory-of-an-auburn-muse/