Harbinger yours

This wind of late autumn
feels like it bears your touch,
it rustles the pale leaves and gives
their fallen grace a taste of sky again.

I can almost hear your whispers,
but your faint words are drowned
in the sound of your voice
and the sweet ache of my heart,
ruffled by memories of our evenings
begins to tell me stories that I wrote.

Looking up, I see the wandering star,
carrying a light reminiscent of your eyes;
and in the lengthening shadows
I feel you, being merged in mine, with me.
Stars begin to peek through the dark carpet
and the street of no name is filled
with your absence, my feet become heavy.

You know I would’ve waited,
long enough to worth your while;
A tear shed in perpetuity for the anticipation
of a barely perceptible smile.
But it was too much to ask,
like asking for this wind to stay,
and your essence to linger
just for a moment more.