Strayed

You have given me no direction.
I have strayed from my path.
I traveled light-heartedly,
whole-heartedly. Wistful.
Shadowed though it was,
warmth would peek through to enfold me.
I'd gather it closely. Content.
Delighted to be.
The long coolness erased
with one feather light touch.
I traveled softly. Secretly.
Left little trace.
I am sure you felt my presence.
Still feel me.
Am I a shiver of delight?
Do you remember?
My step left no impression
so lightly did I wend.
Fingertips lithesome in
their caress.
Remaining a mere whisper.
I, a longing of yours.
No more. No less.
A fleeting breath of touch.
Indelible.
My passage nearly unmarked.
Still, you will feel me forever now.
I will be the plea upon your lips.
Imagined thoroughly. Still unknown.
Necessary. Unattainable.
I wander on searching.
This path is no more.
I am hopeful in my resignation.
Unsettled in this state.
Eyes exchanging wistful glances
with forgotten dreams.
They peek out taunting.
It seems I have lost my way.
I was prepared for the loss.
I am ready for the return.
One foot follows the other.
The other follows it's desire.
Desire is fleeting.
My path has yet to be.