I lament

Scent and summer
Both fade
Distant 
Yet ever ready to be brought to the service 
Of this a mirrored pool 
Reflection 
Memory of of a love so cherished even after it has been reduced by your words
My pain caused by the others
Because of of your dealings with pain
How could you not know
Do you think I would feel nothing
That you would need to say those things to invoke my suffering
As if it was not already laid before you at your alter
Do you even remember 
I would shield you in my sleeve 
So that you would not see that the moon has faded without you 
But this too little 
to late 
to reach ears so accepting of a fate 
nether of us wanted
Is it easier for you if I am truly gone?