Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

When you’re close,

you scare me.

Don’t ask me why.

But when you’re away

I miss-

no,

not miss.

Think of you fondly,

with a rose-tinted lens,

remembering only the affectionate memories.

But when you’re near,

you frighten me.

Don’t ask me why.

You wouldn’t remember,

even if I told you.

(But I do,

they’re in the nightly nightmares

that you haunt daily)

So don’t ask me why.