Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well, it certainly does. But nobody tells you about the void that turns your world around.
The once happy lone traveler finds everything wrong about the journey.
Even watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S hurts for that's what you enjoyed together.
The once eagerly awaited Fridays don't excite you anymore.
Going to your favorite restaurant makes you feel guilty.
Everything seems wrong even if right.
Flashbacks seem real not mwakish.
So even if absence makes the heart grow fonder the pangs you feel hurt.
You feel like a tree uprooted as life slips by at an unforgiving pace.
Written for Write Tribe's 100 Words on Sunday.