Does absence make the heart grow fonder?
Absent the ones we love
Memories of times gone by
An empty house
An empty building long ago abandoned
Are what we covet
For those we no longer have, can no longer touch
For our dearly departed
A home we had to leave
Empty shelves, empty nest
Beauty we no longer see
Music we no longer hear in the silence of our mind.
Absent is what is no longer remembered
No longer reachable
Absent is the past.
Photos: A shuttered warehouse, an abandoned trailer, weavers’ nests no longer occupied, my mother in her empty apartment.