My memories now are fonder
Than they were before your absence.
A yearning to be yours forever
Is the illusionary picture my memory makes.
Out of this falsehood longing grows
Of long-past years and disentangled hearts.
Your gift, a bag of sugary candy hearts,
In this desolate future is looked upon fonder
Than when the wedge between us did grow
And when our souls shivered at love's absence.
Five-cent gumballs and lovecards Hallmark makes
Seem to be my fate, more now than ever.
This delusion shall be truly mine never.
Someone else has claimed our absent hearts.
You're now the husband that makes
Trips to the store; your wife is fonder
Than I of you in your absence.
But my longings, unlike hers, grow.
Inside my innards does it grow,
Quenched by a woman's touch never.
Growing from your measured absence,
Growing from our lack of hearts.
Memories of my heart grow fonder
Despite the mess that it inevitably makes.
The various paths that life makes
Are what spurn us to reach out and grow.
The path not taken grows ever fonder
As the years go by and youths sever
The ties between their blackened hearts
And seek solace to fill the inner absence.
Absence
makes
hearts
grow
ever
fonder.
Marital absence beckons fonder youthful indiscretions.
Lack of warmth makes for an ever-gnawing void.
Hearts don't grow on trees for either you or me.