Jasmine tree

On a chocolate brown afternoon
Soaked in sugar and warm whiskey
I pick up the pieces of my forgotten love
And reexamine them in the fading light
As dusk slowly creeps upon my windowsill
And darkness threatens to swallow the day
I turn back time to when we used to be
Together under a jasmine tree
As alphabets became words became sentences
on torn out pages from school notebooks
As literature geography algebra became
Letters of love read a million times over
I remember your smile upon my shoulder
My tears like diamonds melting on grass
And how I could never understand
Where I ended and you began
Today the lonely moon rises in our shared sky
Lighting up our unshared lives
The jasmine tree is there no more
So does it matter who walked away?