As I have Loved You

The dying blossoms of spring
Paint sad memories in my heart.
Soft petals, the imprint of
Your fingers on my soul.

You may love me,
The quiet echo
Of a dying breeze-
The stirring of unimportant winds-
Stories of what might have been.

Were you nothing but false sensation?
The smell and taste of coffee-
It seems that's all you were.
Have I become so cold?
To morph you into the intangible…

You may have loved me,
The thorn in your side,
The lingering sting
Of being forgotten.

Still, you may have loved me,
As I have loved you.