Absence makes the heart grow fonder....

Does absence  make the heart grow fonder,
Or is it only true for those who wander
Leaving loved ones tied to burdens left behind?
With all responsibility declined
Perhaps a simple change of scene
Makes a traveling heart serene.


Not so the loved one left without
With bitterness there is no doubt
It colors even charming thoughts a darker hue
From sunny yellow to a somber blue
And turns the sweet wine of remembrance
Into loves pale resemblance.