gone with the wind

as it goes. . .

As we walked forward,

hands held, eyes met, smiled at each other. . .

I gazed at my own shadow walking backward,

avoiding his warmth, denying his feelings.

as I silently walked towards the phantom,

he tried grasping me with his own tender mitt,

he tried saving me from my own enigma,

he tried screaming my name in vain from afar,

he tried to reach out within misty yearning. . .

as I paused and looked around,

I saw nothing but dusk, empty and wispy.

hesitant and scared, but I tried looking for that faint light,

his husky yet gentle voice, I heard. . .

I desperately ran towards that familiar voice,

the voice that kept my pulse beating,

that kept my sane from leaving. . .

I ran. . . and ran. . . and ran!

“I’m just here!” I cried.

I ran so much that it bruised me, battered me. . .

tired, thirsty, starving. . . I can’t seem to go on anymore.

and as I stopped, his long and wide arms snuggled me!

he found me!

Godspeed, he found me!

his presence filled me with warmth and appieness. . .

that my heart can’t contain.

and all my irresolution was gone with the wind.

we walked forward,

hands held, eyes met, smiled at each other.