Happy or sad, always extreme,
No in-between, it may seem.
What's in the middle, I ask,
"I miss you" is a common task.
From silent ones who just view,
For over a month, it's not new.
But what's missed, is it real?
Often just texts for boredom appeal.
Better not to respond, I find,
To avoid a chat that's unkind.

I ponder why, when someone's gone,
Love seems to...