The skittering of autumnal leaves along empty paths

Is your voice, a quiet whisper that haunts the night

The cool kiss of a midnight breeze against my skin

Is an echo of your once lingering and loving touch

The heavy, earthy scent of rain but a moment passed

Is the ghost of your crushing, warm and safe embrace

The glimmer of moonlight shining through the trees

Is but a spark of the hope you once ignited in my heart

You – the memory of you and your essence – haunt me.