Faked Baked Apples

I'm right behind you,
that sense of having recovered.
That sense of my having waited this long.
Now, it all might seem like an eternity.
But I followed the scent to this road,
of baked apples.
From nowhere.
Why not trust you?
You;
you:
fooled me,
I believed
I was there.
I tricked, you!