Who Are You?

I can barely walk through this darkness.
Yet I follow the echoes of your voice.
The sound of which feels so near.
Yet I cannot reach you.
But it’s not even that.
I am afraid to hold you.
But I long so much to feel your touch.
Who are you?
And why does my heart pound when you’re near,
But even faster when I can’t find you?
I will follow the thought of your smile
Wherever it may lead me.
Be it a field of grass, or a bottomless pit.
But it scares me to take each step.
Each heart beat.
Each echo.
So I shall close my eyes and see who you are.
Or perhaps just someone who I thought existed.