Fact:

I am whole without you, I have

all the parts to prove it:

ten fingers that ache

to caress you,

a pair of lungs filled

with our warm shared air,

this drumbeat heart that

plays in time with yours,

a tongue that remembers

the taste of your skin,

feet that are more grounded

at the thought of you.

Yes, dear, I am whole;

I need you all the same.