You Have, Haven't You?

You've felt it, haven't you? The pain of love? The grief of love? The other side of love which is nothing like love? You've felt it, right?

You've stopped yourself, haven't you? To call that person to tell them the good news right when it happens? To message them late at night when you cannot fall asleep? To text them "Good Morning" every morning and ask them "How was your day" at the end of it? You've stopped yourself, right?

You've missed them, haven't you? Right when you woke up, to the last awake moment of the night? In the middle of the afternoon and while watching the moon rise? You've missed them, right?

You've carried the grief of losing them, haven't you? Alone on most nights and with friends who often don't understand your plight? With the sky and you scream into the universe and ask why and where did it stop from going alright? You've carried grief and love silently, right?