Numbers

A poem about how love hurts when it isn't around you.

A billion pieces

of a million memories 

of two people

in one room.

A hundred-thousand kisses

and thousands of plans

of two people

in one room.

Hundreds of nights

and tens of fights

of two people

in one room.

One walks in 

and one walks out.

This is a story of

three people in two rooms

Author's Note

I've never been in love, but this still came out of me.
Any medications?