What a beautiful mess I am in....

It’s 3:30 in the morning, I can’t sleep, When I sleep I dream of him, When I blink it’s his face I see. When I think it’s his voice I hear. When I move it’s his hands I feel guiding me. What do you do when your mind is so consumed with thoughts of someone? Not even the mighty sky can fill the space he left behind, not even when it rains