To A Love That Almost Was Poem by Jeffrey Stultz

I sit here adrift in thought,
Sad and a little lost,
Unsure of what to do.
Breathe in, breathe out
Pinch myself and check my pulse.
All my limbs intact.
No worse for the wear
But wondering, what could
Have been.

The fire of flirtation burned
white hot
for a season much too brief;
Between two souls who yearned
for more,
But who pulled back from
the brink,
The leap of faith too far
to jump.
The gap too wide to bridge.

My heart calls me coward,
But my mind insists
That prudence won the day.
But caution brings no comfort
So silent tears will have their say.

© 2006