Where are you?

The absentees of you,
Is unexpectedly unbearable,
You may only be a few feet away,
But it feels like a mile,
Your scent,
Your breath,
Your voice,
Is all gone,
My head is not in the game,
Nor is my heart,
Somehow it's missing just like you,
I try so hard not to look your way,
But my eyes are only turning that direction,
Like the needle of a compass,
Which only points north,
I just seem so lost without you,
Like a spoiled compass,

Turning the wrong direction.