Seeking your purpose

I run down the sidewalk coexisting with the empty streets. It is five AM and it seems nobody is awake except for you and me. The cold emphasizes and reveals my short breathing as I run further down the road. I run past your house and your street and your driveway and I run seeking something - this I do know not. I run further down to the main street where no cars drive down or up or left or right. The street lamps shine over my face like a spotlight and then leave me be until I reach the next. The roads are coated with ice but it seems every step I take the coatings melt. The stars shine further above in the sky, the skyline of a sunrise greeting me. The sun is nowhere to be found but I smile on as if it's smiling back at me.
I keep running, seeking this component unknown, the theta to my life, still finding nothing. I reach a bus stop where I stop and sit on the bench, catching my breath. My breathing is heavy and the silence is so deafening I can barely stand it. I look up and see you standing there, but you do not acknowledge me.
"When will I find it?" I barely breathe, my eyes stinging with salt from the cold.
"You know what you're looking for."
"But I don't!" I exclaim, exasperated.
You turn your back from me and stare, your cold eyes beading into mine.
"You haven't done anything wrong." He says blankly. His cryptic readings confuse me further. "Those who are faulty search for redemption. What did you do?"
"I've done lots of things wrong." I disagree, shaking my head firmly.
"No, you haven't." His hair greys at the temples, and his tall, wide frame is shadowing me from the sun which has newly risen.
"Why do you seek to find me without fault?" I look at him with confusion. He smiles.
"Because that's how I'd like to remember you." I sit, dumbfoundedly, and just stare at him. I know who he is now.
"You knew I forgot." I say - the tears from my eyes slip.
"You know I'll still be around."
"And what's the point of that? I'm still finding nothing."
He disappears in one blink of my eyes, and the sun blinds me. I look away. I get up from the bench and walk the whole way home, every step I take cracking the cold concrete, I have bare feet, and they bleed. His ghostly figure used to shadow me.
Seeking his purpose and still finding nothing.