I know pain.

I know pain.
Pain is my friend.
I don't bruise, don't scar.
At least not on the surface.
Oh, but I'm so tender.
It hurts so bad.
Even just a touch.
Just a nudge.
I cripple to the cold floor.
I know kisses.
Not on the lips.
Never on the lips.
On the neck.
On the cheek.
Even when you're gone.
They remind me of the pain.
Even when you're gone.
I feel the spaces between my fingers.
The ones that were filled by yours.
I feel the water in my lungs.
Your helping hand to comfort mine.
I see the faces.
People I once loved but no more.
I feel the darkness.
Where we hugged.
Where we closed our eyes.
Then the darkness within me.
And the light in your eyes.
Not in mine.
Never in mine.
Oh, the way our bones fit.
A puzzle finally complete.
Then you just leave.
My puzzle lacks the center piece.
Your reflecting eyes.
Mine dulled by pain.
The pain is my friend.
I know pain.