I miss you
I miss the way you looked at me and didn't grimace
I miss the way your laugh didn't hold malice
I miss the way your breath didn't make me hold my own
I miss the way your carefree words didn't spear into me

I still stare at the white, bare portions of my wall
Running situations in my head about anything I am, have been, and could be
And even though I've mustered enough will to hang a few posters and line a couple decorations,
the blank portions of the wall still dominate the room
My gaze is drawn to the empty space, to the vacant corners and uncovered surfaces
I'll stare into it without reservation and lose myself(well, if there's anything to lose) as I immerse myself in its nothing

I stare with an expression as flat and blank as the object of my attention
I'll mimick the...