What do you do when a person is no longer sensory...once a mainstay but now a simple memory...never in your grasp but now too far away to touch, only absence could show she meant so much...a friendship fallen victim to distance, spread apart with no resistance...she's in another place while time and space can't free your mind of her face...didn't know you loved her 'til she was gone, and now she's just an imprint in your memory foam. Life ran its course, hands were forced. The hands of time contrived to arrive in the nick of time and like a lick of lime, you were left with a bad taste in your mouth; her presence was prodigious, yet you never paid it attention because of its perceived omniscience...but once paths diverted from one another, attention was diverted to the hole...the gaping aperture that was left by the departure of your thoughts toward her...and with no way to compensate, angst and sorrow begin to pool. 'If only I had known' comes to mind, but one would've had to mine their mind to find the kind of state of mind it would take to admit ingratiated feelings...and so, now that absence makes your heart grow fonder, you realize that presence made your heart go wander."
-A. Lewis
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