Are you here?

Thought you had forgotten
about me
seeing as you had led
me along this winding
path of confusion.
Hand in hand, I felt
love, was found.
Now stranded, I wait;
shivering not from
cold but hurt,
a hurt only you could
deem necessary.
Stranded I search for
you in grey mist hoping
for a sign,
a sign that whispers
I'm here.
Tears are loosed
as fists pound the air
only to strike flesh,
your flesh
and my sight clears;
for you had never left,
I only chose not to believe.
Hand in hand we continue
along this path,
the path of unknowns;
as we become one in time.