Where am I going?

Sitting.
By myself.
No people around,
no time to spare.
Gone. It\'s gone.
Not sure what i mean,
but it\'s gone.
Gone with the autumn winds,
and the spring rains,
and the winter snow.
Don\'t know where i\'m going.
Not sure where i\'ll stop.
Do you know?
A breath.
A short one, nonetheless a breath.
Taken in,
by you.
I see your face,
your soft face,
and suddenly i\'m not alone.
Not doing nothing.
Nothing at all.
Ofcourse, in a sense,
nothing is something,
so something.
something at all.
Lightly touched.
On the face,
by a raindrop.
A single raindrop.
I know where i\'m going,
and where i\'ll stop.
I\'ll go to you,
and stop when i get there.