ONSQU Poetry: What Could Have Been - David Armstrong Jones / by Washington Square

Feel it coming like a hint of fall in a September breeze
hear it coming in thought-echoes of words
purposed to mask the secrets of the heart

The mind knows it’s coming
but her smell, her touch, her smile
paralyzed, I do nothing

Been gone for awhile now
been holding on to a remnant of a beautiful soul
etched onto my heart

Shocked back to reality by the silence of loneliness

Heart haunted by the ever-so-faint glimmer
of a fire that struggles to remain
what could’ve been

by David Armstrong Jones