Desolate

Silence
I only hear silence.
There is nothing here,
Nothing at all.
My only company, a dying flower.
I haven't slept in weeks,
Maybe years.
It's hard to know when I can't feel anything.
I'm hungry, and thirsty.
Still nothing.
A desolate field.
Nothing lives, nothing breathes.
Why am I here?
Why am I the only one?
I miss her,
My ghost.
*knock,knock*
Something woke me from my nightmares.