Do you know?

Do you know what it means to have it?
Like to really have it?

Do you know how it feels when he puts his arms around you and that is enough
to know that your the two missing pieces to solve the puzzle?

& when he kisses you is it like he has a taste only you alone can recognize.
Do you know?

Honestly do you?
And when it ends cause good things never last

Do you feel the imprints he left on your arms, hands, legs, waist?
Do salty drops of water run down your cheeks when you remember?

Does it kill you to see him his name his picture remember his voice his
gentle hands his temper for everyone but you?

If it does?
Welcome to my everyday welcome to hell.
I guess you do know.