May Your Heart Grow Fonder

If I am Gone but not forgotten,

and my Absence makes the heart grow fonder,

how can I be Out of sight, Out of mind as well?

So, dear,

which will it be?

Will you pine for me

when I am gone,

forget my face with the close of the door

and the latch of the lock?

Is there a point in our separation

to toss aside one adage,

and fully embrace the next?

Does there exist

that fine line we must not cross?

The line, a crack,

where remembrance ends?

If I stay away a week…

a month…

a year,

where does

your love for me stop?

Is it sudden,

as stopped on a dime,

at a crack in the sidewalk?

That same crack that breaks your mother’s back?

So…

Miss me.

Watch your step.

Avoid the cracks.

Don’t break my heart.

It’s fragile when apart from you,

if only for an hour.

The Versesmith