Falling leaves trigger
her lost infatuation.
Gentle blowing winds carry
his once forgotten voice.
Shadows mimic his presence,
providing an Autumn embrace.

Reaching towards his face,
touching lonely memories;
her mind slipping between
pensive moments.

Reacquainted desire
overwhelms her heart;
teardrops
expose her tormented soul.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones