What would I do if I lost you?

 What Would I Do If I Lost you?

Would the sunset dim, its colors fade, or the moon lose its soft, white glow? Would my spirit feel young or wither and grow old? Would a cold rain feel colder still against my face? I sigh, cry, and wonder.

Would the world shrink, leaving my heart a barren place? Would the stars vanish, swallowed by the night sky? Would birdsong turn silent, their wings forgotten in flight? I sigh, cry, and wonder.

Would flowers lose their vibrant hues, their sweet scent a distant memory? Would food lose its savor—bananas bland, strawberries without their summery smell? I sigh, cry, and wonder.

The questions echo—no words, poems, or music can hold them at bay. What would I do if I lost you? I sigh, cry, and wonder.

They whisper, "Nothing lasts forever." But their words can't erase the truth I know and feel. My hope burns like embers through the days into the most profound nights. I cry, sigh, and wonder.

Then, under a vast moonlit sky, a voice like a gentle wind whispers, "See here, listen closely. Things aren't always as they appear. There's a universe beyond our sight."  I sigh, cry, and wonder.

Oceans carve the world; eras reshape lives. Nation's clash, repeating the same age-old strife. But you...you were a rare, shining light. I sigh. I cry. I wonder.

Woodchucks burrow, woodpeckers tap, and industry churns. Worries nag, dogs' slumber, eyes pry. And still, I weep, sigh, cry, and wonder.

We sit together, the quiet a tangible weight.  My heart aches with unvoiced questions, desperate for a clear, kind fate. Another day, a different hour, all touched with a bittersweet power.  I sigh. I cry. I wonder.

You turn to me, hours of silence broken. "What would I do if I ever lost you?" Your eyes shine with unshed tears. I answer, my voice barely a whisper, "What would I do if I ever lost you?"  Your hand finds mine, a lifeline in the storm. I sigh. I cry. I wonder.

And then, like a fleeting summer breeze, you were gone. Your presence turned into an echo. I wept the tears of a river washing over my soul. I sigh. I cry. I wonder. What is there to do now that I have lost you?

Perhaps loss reminds us of what truly matters—love. Time waits for no one. Let's hold on tightly to the ones we hold dear, telling them what they mean to us. Our lives, like snowflakes, might melt away too soon, but love...love can reshape the very heart of the storm.