Who ?

Does abscence make the heart grow fonder ?
Or simply make the yearning longer ?
Who wants what they have not got ?
Who tries to forget what they did not have ?

There is a reflection of those things
In a glass door
As the thoughts go around
And around more

I can't go to that place of hurt
And speak the words I know I ought
It's too hard to acknowledge
There is where the darkness started

What's the point in that or this ?
How warm is the hold I miss ?
How far from the shore
Is the room which closes constantly ?