Slowly..

Step taken..then another. Emptiness. Reaching out and nothing there. Senses are balanced on expectation, but expectaions of what? I find myself asking the same questions from the past. Shadows dance across my mind as I think back to when your face graced my dreams. You are still silent and elusive. Through the years I waited, I have never let you go. Who are you? Step taken.. then another...........what dreams may come.