what's gone

strange how we long
for what's gone.

whether cake, or love,

sweets
of any kind.

we miss the sea when
we haven't
been there

in a while.
a town, a bed,

we miss the moon when
the clouds

cover it.

a face, a smile, a voice.

does absence truly
make the heart grow fonder,

or just remind us
of a past that can't
come back

again.