She Waits

Haunted.
Haunting is your shadowy, lurking fragrance.
Amiss.
Something is darkly amiss.
You are not really here among the looming trees and sweet Autumn wind.
I still hear you.  I still feel you.
Hush now, my little pets.  I am listening.
What's that, my Darling?
It is too vague.  It is so distant.
The stars dare not even sparkle as they did before.
Swirling, twirling.  Dancing under moon's golden glow.
But alone.  I am alone.
Lover, please...  please return to the ancient dwelling.
Please come back where only the wood speaks of our shared secrets.
Whisper.  
Whisper upon the wind, sir.
These ears shall hear you.
Waiting.
I am waiting here for you... I still wait.