is it too late-a poem

Is it too late for us
I waited too long to ask you
and you said no when you should have yes
the world has changed around us
the carefree days are leaves
in an ancient winter wind
already blown into oblivion
did our love die with the dried leaves
or can we rekindle those fires
with the art and music that burns our fingers
the things that we are able to do for others
and the things you are still able to do to me
and I hope I can still make your heart quicken
as you make mine strong
whenever i hear your name
or is it just the ghost of you
on the cold night wind