We Were Once Everything, Now We're Nothing

I sat on the cracked wooden porch of our old home in the heartland of Kansas, the setting sun casting long shadows over the endless fields of wheat that stretched out before me. The rustle of the golden stalks and the gentle hum of cicadas were once comforting; now they were a hollow echo of what was.

We were once everything. The world was our stage and we, the young and invincible, were its stars. Time was a concept we only understood in fleeting moments of laughter and shared whispers under the vast Midwestern sky. Love was as simple as holding hands, as profound as shared dreams. The horizon was our limit, and even that seemed surmountable.

But as seasons changed, so did we. The golden fields turned to fallow lands, mirroring the barrenness that had crept into our hearts. Love was no longer simple, dreams no longer shared. Disillusionment seeped in like the chilling winter wind through the cracks of our old home. We became strangers living under the same roof, our conversations as sparse as the snowflakes in a Kansas winter.

Now we're nothing. The house echoes with the emptiness of our relationship, the silence a stark reminder of the distance between us. The fields, once a testament to our boundless love, now only reflect the vast chasm that separates us. I stare out, my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled promises.

I often wonder, could we ever find our way back? Is it possible to rekindle the flame that once burned so fiercely, or has it been extinguished by the frost of bitterness? Is it possible to harvest love from the fallow lands of our hearts?

But as I sit here, engulfed in the melancholia of the setting sun, I find no answers. Only the whispering wind carrying echoes of our past, and the silent question: What would you do if you were in my shoes?