Nothing, a poem

NOTHING
I can do naught but think of you.
What kind of hold on me have you
that I cannot sleep?
I hear your laughter in my dreams.
I cannot breathe.
I find your scent on my clothes.
I cannot eat.
I break my bread to share with you,
I cannot see.
I see naught but your eyes smiling at me,
I cannot taste.
I taste only your sweetness upon my lips and tongue.
I cannot feel.
I feel your touch as you linger upon my soul,
I cannot embrace.
Only you are who holds me.
I can do naught but think of you.