22 Yonder

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder,

Yet I ponder it.

Maybe that's why I lost the feeling;

Of love.

Or could it be the distance,

Making it fonder.

A dormant kind of fonder,

That's wishing to explode.

She asks me,

Worried.

"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦?"