Absence

I am on my own in a crowded place

and my mind is elsewhere; right in your arms.

I keep imagining I've seen your face

mesmerised by my mind's imitating charms.

And in that moment, for the first time I'm sure

that these sentiments are extremely real,

and that this night's loneliness is more pure

than any happiness that I could feel.

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder

but absence does make fondness feel clearer,

and in your absence I'm left to ponder

the happiness I'd have if you were nearer.

Loneliness is worth having something to miss

when your patience is rewarded with a kiss.