I don’t know it like a fact on a page
I know it like a song that won’t leave my chest
Like a memory I never lived but somehow carry
Like waking up inside a feeling and realizing you’re there too
I picture you not because I’m told to
I picture you because I want to
Because I do.
Maybe the only proof I have is that when you asked how do I know… I didn’t pause to think, I just answered.
Because I knew.