Lovers, murderers and the damn memories

Just words.

                                Dear December
The war couldn't kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.
A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.
Dear Johnnie. Please come home to me. I would love to see you.

The December cold was laying heavy on the streets of Michigan.
I drove to Clinton, Michigan. Rejoicing and fearing the ending before the beginning. Sweet Jenny stole my heart once. She was a December blessing in 1986 and a March death in 1987. Sweet love turn bloody that was so damns sweet.

I looked at the signs on highway 23 and I prayed.
Please Lord. Old heart need some kindness. Please don't allow me to be foolish again. Dear Jenny answered her door in a t-sheet only, allowing me to see perfect long legs and her eyes. River blue and so damn beautiful.

Dear Jenny fell into my arms and she kissed my face and she kissed my hands. She dragged me in and we sat in the love seat. She told me. I'm a mama now and I'm studying to be a nurse. I sat holding silence, falling in love with sweet and kind voice. Falling in love with beautiful face and I told her.

My Jenny. I never forgot you. You drove me to madness once and I came today. Just to see your face once more time. You and I. Once lovers and once murderers of the kindness of love. Jenny looked sad and she told me.

Love is for the lucky dear Johnnie. I'm colder and harder today. Once I needed love and today. I know love cost too much. You should run away from me if you are wise.

I brought her closer and I whispered. Dear Jenny. I'm colder, bolder and braver. A day with you, would be a blessing and an honor. Let's not make promises we can brake. I have 30 days here in Michigan.  I must report to Fort Ord, California in January. We can do one day at a time. Jenny smiled and she kissed me. She wrapped her arms around me and she whispered. Okay dear John.

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                                   January calling

December was fading away. I'm holding sweet Jenny near.
I loved her more than the yesterdays and I never said a words.
Dear Jenny, she was hiding her heart and just wanting someone to be with.
I knew.

Wishes and hope are just like leaves blowing in the Autumn wind. Falling down and forgotten. Love can be the sweetest words and the rusty blade cutting skin apart and cold hands. Destroying the tender heart.

We had four weeks and we shared a 1000 kisses.
She never whispered words of love but I saw in her eyes.
Thankfulness.

Jenny and I.
Once our love ending, in a train-wreck and today.
We played lovers demanding just enough.
January 1st.
I drove away and I knew.
Jenny and I.
We made amends.

And so damn funny.
Dear Jenny. I wished I told you.
You were my first love and last love.
I love you still.

                         John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[poetgurl]

Wishes and hope are just like leaves blowing in the Autumn wind. Falling down and forgotten. Love can be the sweetest words and the rusty blade cutting skin apart and cold hands. Destroying the tender heart.

This is so wonderful....
I really like the imagery in this and it as well is very descriptive. Enjoyed

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you kind poet. I wouldn't trade the good or bad days away. Today both were a blessing.

[Ted Kniffen]

John, there are a thousand words I could use to describe this, but the only one that would mean anything would be love.
Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ted. I appreciate the kind words.

[barleygirl]

This is one of your best that I've read so far! I love the way you are using more descriptive phrases thru-out, so that I can see & hear & feel the scene as it unfolds. Great combo of music, photo, prose, & verse! Hope your Christmas is going well! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Margie. A working Christmas and New Year. The kids had fun. I hope you a safe and fun New Year.

[barleygirl]

You must be shivering up there in the arctic circle! I just bought a 1/2 cord of oak to see me thru the rest of this winter at our frosty 30-something temps (don't laugh, we're wimps!)

[Coyote Poetry]

It is cold. 2 degree today. Time to stay in the house.

[andrew mitchell]

Very nicely written John seemed more personal maybe from being a poem that reaches out and touches hearts.

[Coyote Poetry]

A old memory. A good memory. Thank you Andrew. I appreciate the comment.

[Nipplegrinder]

This is amazing writing. You brought me on the journey with you. Thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Ace Jaxon]

Even if it's "just words" it touched me, thank you for writing this

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ne. I appreciate the comment.

[Poetic License]

Wishes and hope are just like leaves blowing in the Autumn wind. Falling down and forgotten.
Love can be the sweetest words and the rusty blade cutting skin apart and cold hands.
Destroying the tender heart.

Truly, your words and lines are musical. These lines left me breathless. It is so very true, and you make the pain and loss so beautiful. I am at a loss of anything else to say.

Thank you for sharing your gifts and your heart.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[emmajoy]

John you touch hearts, mine for sure, with every poem you've written, do write.. and always will!

This is such an amazing adventure into enduring love.. because time has engraved it into every letter of the alphabet a million times over each second you've lived. Beautiful language, sighhhh..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. Old memories become sweeter with old age and time.

[emmajoy]

Yours certainly do, John.. what a loving and beautiful life you've lead.. don't doubt there are a few guys out there that had walked in your shoes. :)

[Karmee]

very descriptive and so much imagery so nicely written, I really enjoyed this write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[ayesha cullen]

Wow! This couldn't have been said any better. Thanks for writing it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ayesha. I do appreciate the comment.