Does absence truly make the heart grow fonder?
It seems the longer I'm without you, the more I forget.
The last memory I have is a faded picture,
But I can't see you there anymore.
Is something wrong with me?
Something maybe I can't see?
You've released me from your spell;
You no longer exist in my memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem was written about one of my ex-boyfriends [no, I promise not all of my poetry is centered around boys]. He made everything seem amazing at first, but then he made life horrible, and then broke up with me. Moral of the story? Absence definetly doesn't make my heart grow fonder.