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

Writer. Artist. Sleepless Blogger. Wrestling junkie. Comic-Book Nerd. Every moment is a story View all posts by David W. Jones