They steal in
Barely ruffling my hair
Leaving me far from you,
The strangeness of it pleases me
I crave it as, on other days, I crave you
To seek more is to feel them fading,
To feel that need for you rising in my veins.
Unable to do more
I wait, caution persuading my heart's rhythm
To still until it echoes nothing more
Than the leaves' whispering.
*I'm not wholly happy with the title but haven't found another I like yet.