Will she ?

Will she hear the gentle breeze ,
And think it was her name uttered through my distant lips,
A galaxy full of whispered " I love you's " sealed by her name , I used to encompass my day with.
Will her mind ever wander , to one of the may odes I used to create , bathing her in affection , laying steps,
Leading  to the pedestal I had set out  for her.
Will she miss being the center of someone's affection , now that its gone completely , only to relish in the storms if a past that was just as moody as the month of march.
Never to be wrapped in the cocoon , my arms , my affection, will she feel even the slightest bit unprotected without me ?
Will she look to all the beautiful things I used to compare her to?
Feel my love amidst the roses , and the pain on the thorns ?
Will flowers bring back how gently I touched her ,,
The porcelain brushes if my fingers , or lips to her skin as to me she was as fragile as she was beautiful.
Will she miss the comfort of knowing she was never reality alone , as long as she had my love?
I was just an outreach away
My love ,
She was always alone in the mirror, but her mirror was my Eden , just her.
Will she ever " get it "
She'll never know another love like mine, and ill never know another love ,
And I wonder if she will ever "know" at all ?