haunt me

trees skeletal and severe
in the moonlight
stretch their bony fingers skyward
as if pleading for warmth
or a return of leaves.

their silver bark mirrors
a thousand fleeting
thoughts and dreams of you still
asleep, your raven hair
cascading all around me.

but your breath heavy
with the night
no longer tickles my neck.

and your lingering shadow
haunts my every step.