Gone, and yet still here

You are always on my mind, and in my heart
I see you before me everywhere
I am at the mall; there you are
I am at school; there you are
I am alone in my room and there you are still,
My dreams are all of you; a haunting that comforts me.
I can't get you out of my thoughts, nor do I want to
I hear your voice whisper to me at night,
Whispering of things unimaginable and fervently wished.

There is not a part of me that can be rid of you:
My skin still senses your touch;
My heart is still filled with your warmth;
My eyes still see you next to me;
My lips still feel your gentle kisses;
My nose still smells your sweet scent,
Of which I am physically addicted.
I don’t want to give you up, and I don’t think I can,
But all I have left of you now,
Are figments of my imagination