I've always heard "distance makes the heart grow fonder"
but what happens when
the heartstrings are pulled across too far a distance
that every beat and every breath sends you spiraling in the opposite direction
what happens when
you have long forgotten what her lips felt like when they smile against yours
you have long forgotten what her fingers felt like intertwined with yours
you have long forgotten the thing your heart does
the thing your heart did
the thing your heart used to do
the way it threatened to burst
when she whispered, "I love you"
what happens when
"distance makes the heart grow fonder"
turns into "distance makes you forget what you were ever fond of in the first place"
