Is it possible that its 7:41 pm and I do not know what to do? That in 23 seconds it will be 7:42 And that I’ll gaze blankly into a wall for the next hours as I did the last 3? As well as I’ll count every minute and second Since I’ve got nothing To do, to feel or to giggle about Because you’re not here? This shall give you an idea of how terribly I miss you. In addition to proving how much I am without you. The answer is simple, my dear, Nothing.