What Are We?

I stand by the waterfall watching,
as all the sounds come to my ears.
The rushing sound of the powerful water,
and the hum of the forest surrounding me.
The sun peeks through the trees,
and warms the hair on my head.

And yet with all this noise,
I am waiting for the one not made.
You’re voice is supposed to resound behind me,
but instead there is just a hollow silence.
I’ve asked if you’ll stay,
and as of now you still have not answered.

I can feel you’re heart tugging,
and your mind fighting with it.
I can still feel your heart in mine,
but also the hesitance and fear.
I don’t know if I can convince you,
but I’ll always be your friend.

And as the warm spring air stirs around,
the question in my mind still forms.
“Do you still care for me today and always,
do you care whether I live or die?”
And I’m still standing here at the moment,
waiting for your answer.

Waiting to hear from your mouth and heart,
exactly what are we?