I Lost You

*After you left me* Usually, I talk about the silence or the space you left behind, but today I’m facing the cold, hard weight of the verb itself. *I lost you* It sounds so final, like an object dropped into the deep ocean or a signal fading into the vastness of space. After you left me, I spent so much time wandering through the fog, hoping our paths would cross by some impossible accident. But the fog has cleared now, and all I see is the distance. It’s not just that you’re gone; it’s the realization that I no longer know the way back to you, and you’ve stopped leaving breadcrumbs for me to follow. I’m standing in the wreckage of what we were, looking at my empty hands. I’ve reached the point where I’ve stopped checking the door and started acknowledging the map. You aren't just away ; you are gone. And in this quiet, ambient stillness, the only thing louder than my heartbeat is the truth: I didn’t just say goodbye...... --- *I lost you*