illusions in the mist

Were you really there? Sitting upon that rock while the fog swirled around us? I know what spilled from your lips held wisdom. But I forget what you uttered in the wind, the words floated away on the mist. I remember comfort each time I glimpsed your face, contentment when you held my hand. I don't know what we were doing there, and I don't know where you went.

But your absence chilled my heart and I shiver still.