I'm drowning sorrows with champagne
and listen out to hear again
your footfall 

It all began when moon was high
and kisses did intensify
like dewfall 

Your promises the sweetest fruit
white worm within poor substitute
late windfall 

And so the photos keep alight
adventures of a neophyte
as pitfall 

Not wiser now but lonely still
I wrap old bones against this chill
each nightfall

For my MTB prompt: Compounding the Stem we are composing in the style of the Compound Word Verse with 8/8/3 syllables per line and a rhyme scheme of a,a,b whereby the third line is rhymed on the stem of a compound word and is included in the title