Lilac s Bloom, or Love That Never Was

How recent it feels, how long ago it seems,
The lilac's bloom, like film, a fading dream.
Petals danced in air, a fleeting, fragile flight,
And fell like snow into your hand, so bright.

Your hand, a gentle cup, you tipped it free,
A shower of blossoms, wild in its ecstasy.
You squinted, childlike, in that sunlit spray,
How recent it feels, how far away.

Your voice, I've almost lost its gentle tone,
Your hurried footsteps, on the cobblestones.
The lilac's fall, a blanket, soft and deep,
But memories of yesteryears I keep.

The years when blossoms fell like scenes in play,
The years you smiled, in that childish way.
The years you came, and loved with all your might,
The years you left, and vanished in the night.

We spoke of love that never quite took flight,
We whispered softly of its fading light.
How many springs have flown since that sweet day,
Our old courtyard, where lilacs held their sway.

We were close then, beneath the fragrant bloom,
Now other hands receive a similar doom.
The lilac's bloom, so fleeting, what's the use?
With you, I learned the sorrow, felt the bruise.

With you, I learned the depth of aching pain,
And how love's sweetness can be bittersweet and vain.
Would you let me back, into your life again?
Would you speak the words you never dared to say?
Would you want to have me near? In any way,
Love That Never Was - a memory that won't decay.