My grandparents died when I was 12.
I didn't cry.
My dog, my best friend in the world, died when I was 13.
I didn't cry.
I tore my MCL when I was 14.
I didn't cry.
I  broke my foot when I was 16.
I didn't cry.
I thought I had my heart broken at 17.
I did not cry.

I'm alone now.
I can't stop the tears.

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?

How could it be?

                                  I've been so naive


                                                                       To think I would believe

That everyone else

                                             Was more like me

Did you study for the test of life?
I sure hope so.
But ask yourself this question,
Did I pass or fail?