Lost Without You

Without You the words won’t come no matter how I try the thoughts are empty, dry, withered in the myriad of breathing taking in the scent of mint freshly cut between the grass and I sit here thinking of the past. Nothing changes now you're gone the days are shorter but seem long my heart still mourns for all that was once born between us. What happens next will be a surprise as I remain dully pained foolishly unwise. I’ve no plans nor foresight to see what I should do while I linger here lost without you.