Nihility. Check!

What do I do when I miss you? 

What do I do when I miss your smile? 

What do I do when I need to share that one joke with you? For I know only you would know what it is all about. What do I do when I want to hear one too? 

What do I do when I miss your laughter? I have lost mine too. 

What do I do when I go silent and I don’t have you to kill it?

What do I do when I hear what I did when I was in your arms? Should I avert the song or, replay it? Should I resolve to mute or sing along? 

What do I do when I think hatred is what you have chosen to present me with? All I know is love.

What do I do when I see you stare out of the picture? I smile, mirroring yours. 

What do I do when I look in your eyes? I can feel them addressing me. I know the power they behold, to capture the ones who dare. I did, to melt away.

What do I do when I lie alone at night and think what might wake me up if not the essence of you? Insomnia is not reined.

What do I do when I fight in my head to make you believe? Believe in me. 

What do I do when I think of things you dislike, things you never told me? All unleashed one night in misery.

What do I do when I wait to hear from you? Silence rings in my ears.

What do I do when I think I must leave? My destination fails me.

What do I do when I want to voice my thoughts and tell you how I feel? Sheer brilliance of thy being.

What do I do when I understand you are gone? Search for things interesting.

What do I do when my presence of mind fails me? I question my intellect, and persevere to be better.

What do I do when I know beautiful is what you will gradually find? To know I never will be.

What do I do when I want to go back in time and make no errors? To think I would still have you.

What do I do when I think of times I deliberated to make an impression it came rambling back at me? To know it wasn't your tasteful retreat.

What do I do when I go back in the past and live there presently? To hold myself against the force of time, like an epiphany for my being

What do I do when I know I will never have it again? Must I simply weep or lament? Must I wait or part away? Or partially pry?

Questions so forth in my mind. I keep them low; tuck them to slumber to put an end to the impulsive play.

Curtains close here, to my dismay. Back to the discounted diversion that was once the self I now seldom call mine.