Everything

I can feel everything.

The wind in my hair,

The grass under my feet.

Your hand in mine,

I feel complete.

I can see your face,

As vivid as ever.

Leading me towards,

A greater adventure.

I can feel everything,

The air so stale,

The grass: dry and crisp,

And your hand: gone.

I can dream of your face,

But the image is hazy.

Where will this lead me,

Where will this lead me?