whisper where the wind blows west,
 murmur as your mind-paths meld
 into yellow yesterdays
 by the vanishing beheld --

 leaves are rustling, and soft
 grows a feeling, undefined:
 susurration, sounds that say,
 you need not leave everything

 behind

 He hears the 
 Words she whispered once
 
 She meant them
 And really loved him

 That one lost autumn