You ask me if I know what love is

I know what love sounds like, hearing you say my name

I know what love tastes like, the words rolling off my tongue

I know what love feels like, laying in your arms

I know what love smell likes, your scent cacooning me

I know what love looks like, watching you walk towards me

But most importantly,

I know what it means to lose love

I know what it sounds like to hear silence where the once was words

I know what it taste like to say the words goodbye

I know what it feels like to only hold myself

I know what it smells like when your scent slowly fades

I know what it looks like to watch you walk away

I know what love is: it's hindsight. The kinds of pain that stays.