Lost

I now understand that before you, I didn't know who I was. Perhaps that’s why, in your absence, I feel adrift—lost in a sea of uncertainty. Fear grips me, leaving me bewildered And disoriented. Who was I, really? What are the things that brought me joy? Who am I becoming? I roam aimlessly, each step heavy with the weight of emptiness—awakening each morning to the same overwhelming sense of dislocation, longing for the direction that remains elusive. Where do I search for the fragments of myself amidst the memories and echoes you left behind?