Am I lost

Attached at the hip is man of me
Not quite the same but as ellegant as thee.
Take me through the maze uplift this haze
His eyes met mine with a gaze
He whispers words unheard this is just absurd
Longing for an answer I press again
His face the same as it was back then
Lost in thought to comtemplate the stems of words unheard
I reach for a pen but its never there on deaf ears we show no fear
Just me and my imagination in a dreamlike situation.
Hunting for the ethereal by light of a magic spell
Bleeding from my pen and head; words from the maker
Angry eyes no reason to taint hers
I keep to myself alone always
Only the mist and pain ever stays