Someone I used to know

They say absence can make the heart grow fonder
Yet too much can make one stop and ponder
Has he left, or just on a break
The void left in his vain wake
Promise made, yet left incomplete
The name fades to memory's deep
Excuse, excuses - start the re-joining song
Though the shaking heads say you've been gone too long
A resurrection to inject new life
The email prompt performs like a knife
Apologies would never do
So accept this poem - from me to you

For Santha and Greg