I knew naught where He lived,
What He does now or how He is.
Whether life’s treating Him good or bad,
Whether He’s still the same or changed a tad.
I know naught, sans one thing.
That He shall always be a part of Me.
By staying close,
Or being estranged.
‘Twas then the heart whispered,
You miss Him…
But does He?
I knew this answer though.