I tried to hear her voice as I wrote this...not sure how well I did, but I like the poem

And the leaves play with me
Like the autumn on your face
I can creep like cellophane
And hold you in my chase

Return to the hereafter
And please remember when
You wrote me like a serial whore
Dripping from your pen

It’s not as easy as the morning
When I catch you in my head
Shivering the midnight afterglow
Like nakedness on my bed

And the leaves wink death upon me
Like autumn on your face
I peek from within your shadow
You’re my favourite hiding place