Does she know?

Doesn’t she feel it,

That piece of him that has gone missing, again?

Where does it go, where does he take it and who does he give it to?

Does she know?

I know.

It isn’t lost, I have captured it.

I hold that missing part of him.

The part that she is missing.

The part he gives only to me.

The pieces of him that I can’t have are far greater than the one she misses,

but at least I know what to name it.