Ponderings

Ponder ponder,
if absence makes the heart fonder,
and you are not far out yonder,
then why does my heart still falter?
Easy, difficult, is there even a difference?
To make or break, that is the question,
or is it?
I wish, I hope,
that all I do would be what you sought,
but it seems my actions would come to naught.
As this festive season the snow would fall,
would it too to the curtain,
with little hope for a curtain call,
to the end I am certain.