Be that as it may

I never had your eloquence for metaphors

Nor your penchant for similes

I spoke in climaxes envious of your restraint

I came on too strong, firm and proud

A little too happy, a little too hopeful

A little too full of maybes and what ifs and could be

But my love

You never really heard me, felt me, saw me

I am a memory, a quotation living in dreams and whiffs of coffee

Be that as it may

I must exist -- if only to dwell in the shadows

If only to be seen once in a drunken moonbeam