They say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
Yet I ponder it.
Maybe that's why I lost the feeling;
Of love.
Or could it be the distance,
Making it fonder.
A dormant kind of fonder,
That's wishing to explode.
She asks me,
Worried.
"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦?"