Sweet scent

You have not come to my door for so many moons, they say.
and I am moved to deep sadness, because you're forever gone, they say.
I challenge you, my friends
That is not true,
if that is what they really meant:-
How is it humanly-divinely possible
to separate from you?
My door is left open, days and nights
I want them to come to my guestroom
and smell the air
Which is full of your sweet scent.