Absence is never easy____
I wonder what genius said,
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder?"
That seems rather cruel somehow.
When your soul can't bear it anymore,
feeble attempts aren't enough.
The big guns need to move...
a small amount isn't enough.
Tiring of insults and protective duty___
I long for a wider meadow____
More grass____
More of everything...
I am worn out with it all,
But somehow, I suspect, You, thankfully, are not.