Lost Without You

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I'm wandering this plain field, searching, always searching. The grasses stretch endlessly, swaying gently in the wind, yet they offer no answers.

I can't see you. Not a shadow, not a trace. It's as though the world has swallowed you whole, leaving me here—alone. The horizon taunts me, glowing faintly with a warmth I cannot feel.

I call your name, but the wind carries it away, scattering it like fragile leaves in autumn. The echo fades, leaving only silence—a silence so heavy it presses against my chest.

Do you hear me? Do you feel my steps as I tread this path for you? My eyes strain to find a figure, your figure, but the field stretches blankly, endlessly, a canvas without paint.

Why did you leave? Or did I lose you in my own blindness? Was there something I missed, something I could have done to hold onto you?

I can't see you, but I feel you everywhere. In the air that brushes my skin. In the ground beneath my feet. In the emptiness of this endless field.

And yet, you're not here. You're nowhere.

Still, I walk. I search. I hope. Because without you... I'm lost.....