None.

[tickcot]

Here I sit sipping my tea,
Wondering if you'll think of me.
It's hard for me to say
by what rules you choose to play
I just keep finding pieces of myself
and they're all wasting away.

A starved figure eyes this room
Once healthy and fit now no longer fit for a groom,
Too slender, too thin, what kind of state is she in?

An icy chill hits me still once in a great while
there sits a she-devil with impeccable style,
There was once a fur stole but now she's barely whole.

I can't seem to express,
which dress suits me best,
is it white or black?
Is it something with an open back,
Though fabric is thin overall,
I could barely feel the knife at all.

Tanned-skin and lean meat support this goddess' feet,
sun-kissed and adored napping on a cloudless shore,
but now that I look she's not there anymore.

Striking wit and a blank face were her tools,
she knew how time worked and how physics did rule,
Is there any doubt that she's permanently gone out?

Yes here I sit mostly alone,
wondering when you will phone,
should I wait it out? 
This must be what they talk about,
Cabin fever and a stale idea,
There is no such thing as a panacea.