If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Then absence should make love stronger.

But save a
                     few
                            fleeting
                                           finite
                                                      flickers
                                                                        of time gone by,
                                   The magic from before,
                                    The thrill,
                                        The pure bliss,
                                           Is gone.

If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Why has your return left a hole in my life?