When Love is Gone

When love is gone.
What do you do when wanting to see that face, that haunts you in your sleep, is no longer there when you open your eyes in the morning?
What do you do?

And what of the memory of his hot breath wafting across your shoulder, like a smoldering kiss?
Or the absent of his scent, that use to be so prevalent in the sheets, what do you do?

Tell me, how do you get over not hearing his voice that vibrates you from within, the very tuning fork to your soul?

I don’t know what to do with this longing in my loins, from the lack of not having our morning sex, that has become a real physical pain.

What do you do when love is gone and you can't contain the longing and the pain.

Can someone please tell me, what to do when love is gone?