Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fond

It's hard to see you when you're gone,
And baby, it's been months.
Was I not good enough for you,
Or just not great enough?

I'm too aware of all my faults,
But it's still hard to see
What I might have been or done
That you'd want rid of me,

Or maybe you meant what you said:
You had to leave, and then
You truly mean to keep our pledge
To reunite again,

But in those months, I met someone,
And we can't help ourselves.
It's true that absence makes the heart
Grow fond of someone else.