Is it, everything you wanted?

April poetry number twenty-six..

Is it, everything you wanted?

Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once we loved love and we tasted the sweetness of hope. Beautiful Sheena, is it, everything you wanted, this life we lived?

Tonight I found you sitting alone. You drank alone and I saw the heaviness of sadness in your eyes. You asked me. Hello Johnnie, where you been? Did you find your wars? Did you save our world? I sat with her and I fell into her arms/hair and I whispered. You are more beautiful than yesterday. Dear Sheena, I had a good life and I missed only one person. It was you.

She laughed at my words and she caressed my face and hair. She whispered. You can still make me smile. We have traveled far from each other and dear Johnnie. I prayed you didn't die alone in some war-torn country. I prayed you had found someone to make you happy. I did for a while and I learn. Love is so damn hard, we want too little and we want too much. And I am glad you are here with me tonight.

I asked her. Please dance with me and if you want. I will stay with you in Scotland and I won't ever leave you my beautiful Sheena. She kissed my face, my lips and she whispered. Can we find things lost? can we find places of safety? Dear Johnnie, please no-more half-moon promises. I am old and so tire. If you stay. Please don't brake my heart again.

I looked into her eyes and I told her. Dear Sheena, I traveled across the big water to you. I prayed to the sea and the stars. Please Goddess of love. Please allow dear Sheena to forgive a foolish man. I know now. You were the love of my life and I am so sorry for what I did.

She brought me closer and she told me. I forgave you in 1979 and tonight is a half-moon. Let's make brave promises and please stay with me till you don't need me, no-more.

He kissed her and he told her. I am here now and my dear Sheena. I will stay till the sun, don't shine no-more for us. We need to re-write our story where love had won. Thank you dear Sheena.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ah, to rewrite the love stories and give them all happy endings. But if they have endings at all, can they truly be love? Everyone isn't meant to be a star in the movie of our lives. Some are just bit part actors, supporting actors and actresses. Some are there just for comic relief or providing a soundtrack for our emotions. But the stars shine and they reappear in the darkness; sometimes brighter than we remember them; sometimes faded and twinkling in the night. A great write, leaving us with a touch of sadness and mystery. Thanks for sharing the wonderful poetry. F.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Yes Fabian, we do want to change the bad ending. Us, who love to write. We can change them. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[knighngale]

Hellos, Cayote! I think this is a re-write, dunno
But I love it because it is endearing,
and the protagonist fell in love with an older woman,
or she aged early; I love the video, very melancholy
great read, hon 😋

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, my friend. A similar story about my first love. I keep her alive with my words.

[knighngale]

oh I see, first love is the best;🤗

[Coyote Poetry]

It is. We are only young and tender once my friend.

[Neville]

this is one hell of a lot more than just some old love story .. there are clearly unspoken but well woven morals and home truths skilfully hidden within sight .. Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville for reading and the kind words. Old men, always remember the kind ladies and good days.

[Neville]

dont we just ... and their husbands :)

[cheyenne s garcia]

Dear Sheena indeed. I loved reading this. Please, what inspired this story?

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful Scottish gal, I almost marry in 1978. Just wishes for forgiveness. Thank you dear Cheyenne for reading and the comment.

[cheyenne s garcia]

Sure. Nice meeting you.

[Chris Shaw]

Sometimes we don't appreciate what we have till it's gone. With age comes wisdom. Second chances are rare. Second chances though don't always work out, even though the intention is there. Where there is love, we should make the most of it. There is a sadness here Coyote, but I also see beauty.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Chris. Rarely, we get second chances. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome :)

[Aura]

This made me somewhat sad. It seemed like the person left Sheena in search of something better, not quite realizing that she was the one for him. True love always finds its way. That is my interpretation anyways. This really tugged at the heart.

[Coyote Poetry]

When we are young. We want the great adventure. We learn too late. We had everything. Thank you dear Aura for reading and the comment.

[Aura]

You are welcome!