What is right, what is wrong. Dear Jennifer...

May poetry number fourteen. Part two of a series..

What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer... Part two..

In 1991, I gave-up. I gave everything of value away and everything else to the trash. Two brother committed suicide, one in 1988 and one in 1989. I rejoined the Army to escape the sadness. I left Ann Arbor and I promised myself a good death.

The damn war taught me, I had more things to do. I wasn't done yet. I learn the soldier prayer. Please just one more day, please just one more drink and please just  more kisses from a pretty gals.

The war was easy for me. I did my job with skill and I got promoted quickly. I came back home to Ann Arbor. I found old friends and one of my friends told me. Jennifer been asking about you and I have her phone number.  I called her and her voice. So sweet, so kind. I told her. I need to see you dear Jennifer. Can I come to you?

She held silence and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. I have a baby now and I am so cold. You were the only one, who loved me and I didn't know what love was. I would love to see you, I have been praying the damn war didn't kill the poet. Please come to me. I wrote down her address on a sheet of paper and I told her. I shall see you soon dear Jennifer.

I went to my car and I wrote a poem.

"Dearest Jennifer...

Once love made you run from me,

once love made escape my life.

Once I believe in love, forever.

Now I know. We just loan and borrow.

We feed the hunger of the skin, we feed the demands of the body.

Love is for the lucky and you and I. Are not the lucky ones.

Dear Jennifer, I remember the hunger in your eyes,

the demands in your voice and you telling me.

Love isn't enough, the damn gin, the damn sin is what I want."

I drove the forty mile knowing you were never mind. Just a pretty lady honoring me with just kisses and the gift of bliss/skin once. I knew the ending at the beginning. You would break my heart again.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.