Escapes Me

In the rustling of the leaves I hear you.

Through the bustling of the trees, I see you.

The wind whips my checks and sends chills through my bones,

but the thought of you warms me.

The ground pulls at my feet, making each step I take painful; awkward.

I continue forward hoping to touch you one more time.

Hoping this will be the last time I search for you.

I dare to believe you will be there for me.

Can my heart handle another mis-step?

When I reach for you will you come to me?

I fall to my knees, a tear sheds.

Here I wait, and hope to see, that which has escaped me.

~Love~