What now ?

I look at the wind blown ripples in the surface of the sand
A dry model of the face of the  very ocean it boarders
Pages upon pages of heartfelt verses I wrote to you .
Tides of emotions , tokens of a moment dedicated to thoughts of our love.
For me the gratitude of knowing I found yet another way to show  you just how much I love you.
What now ?
Just like in the face of the sand,
Footprints ,
your footprints ,Remnant now
As you chose to walk all over my love and dismiss all that I am
And chalk it off
Into a mere " memory "
cold and emotionless those odes
Now as worthless as the sand you've walked on .
You are the one that gave the life to the works
The inspiration
What now ?
Like a handful of ashes  , the fire spent
Pieces of my heart , ignited by the burning affection that had resided at the core of my soul since forever , each and every ode
Sent to you, afire
A piece if me , that loved you
Unconditionally
Spent , burned out , laid to rest
What now ?
Did you even realize the deep rooted affection , woven into each line ?
Could you tell that the author loved you with all his heart ?
Or did it just simply not matter ?
Just words ?
I look into the pile of pages
All the hours , days , and moments.
Spent " into you "
Did you ever really love me ?
What do I do with all of those pieces of my heart ?
I gave them to you ? For you
And now I look back upon them,
Hundreds
Just laying there
Discarded , laden with your footprints
Everything we shared , just a painful reminder , of what was ,
And what will never be
A spent heart , a pile of letters
With no other purpose but you,
And sobbing ,
I think to myself
" what now ? "