Absence

Truer or more false,
We will find the correct answer,
In the months and in the miles,
Fonder or less fond,
This is the in between.

They say absence,
Makes or breaks, gives or takes,
But I just think it brings the truth.
If it isn't real, it will die,
If it is, then it can't.

The conditions seem set,
And if you stop to think of me at all,
Know that I am seeking, hoping, praying. . .
Do the work you've been called to do,
And when this is over, we will see.
Whenever this is over,
We will see.