Hello again. For my dearest Peggy.

Sometimes love isn't enough.

Hello again. For my dearest Peggy.

I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,

where the people with nothing to hide, can go.

Old men and old women tell their stories.

The stories are less fiction, just a place to confess their sins.

They do not try to impress you,

they had drank enough liquor to make them remember or maybe forget?

I called beautiful Peggy and I told her. I am in Palm Springs.

Just drinking alone and I remembered you.

She held silence and she told me.

Hello again Johnnie and where are you?

I told her. At the hotel bar near the sea.

She whispered. Please give me one hour.

I told her okay.

The bartender told me. Peggy isn't the same no-more.

She had learn to accept less.

I watched the entrance and Peggy walked in.

She was wearing her favorite red dress and her red heels.

She had become a beautiful woman.

Once we were babies and now we had turn older and colder.

She saw me and she ran to be, almost falling.

I went to her and I told her.

You are so damn beautiful my dear Peggy.

She kissed me a hundred times and she told me.

I didn't forget you Johnnie, I kept the ring you gave me in a hope box.

In my sweet dreams. We got marry and we had children.

I told her, my pretty Peggy. Thank you for coming to see me.

I didn't want to disturb your life and you are so beautiful.

She smiled and she told me. Beauty don't mean much anymore.

Our darkness makes, all of us. A sort of a interest. 

Now we need the sexual dance and some kind words.

Once I needed conversation and tonight. I love the silence.

Words, don't matter anymore. We need proof Johnnie.

Do you write poetry still Johnnie?

I told her. I wrote a hundred poem for you and I read her my new one.

" Peggy, damn you Peggy.

I tried to escape my beautiful dancer gal and

I tried to find new wars, I tried to find new places and

I fell in love with the sea.

In my sweet dreams I am kissing your face, In my sweet dreams, I am kissing your eyes.

In my sweet dreams I am kissing the side of your mouth and your tender neck.

In sweet dreams, we held on.

Damn you pretty Peggy,

why wasn't love enough?

I will find you and I will ask you.

How many times must we tried before we give up.

You were my kindest friend, my kindest love and we forgot to held on.

Today 12 years later and I am seeking a miracle.

I am praying for one more miracle and I always loved you my dear Peggy."

She looked at me with her sad eyes and she asked me.

I am used up and why would you need me still?

I kissed her face, I kissed her eyes, I kissed the side of her mouth and

I kissed her neck. I told her. Once I ran to you and I adored your wild eyes.

I adored your smile and your laughter. I loved your kissed.

We were daytime dancers and midnight lovers. 

I am here in Palm Springs with you.

Maybe we have the energy for one more dance?

She kissed me hard and she took my hands. She told me.

Please stay with me Johnnie. I will take care of my wandering soldier.

Maybe our last stand?

I told her. Okay my beautiful Peggy.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[AYVID N]

I have realized that the flowers of past love are most beautiful in the garden of dreams. If the love was all it was meant to be, we would still have them. No sun, moon or stars needed when they have us. But I guess they need more and nothing we say or do is enough. But in dreams, there is no surpassing their beauty.

There is a sea of emotion in this poem. One that still weeps for what was lost and still trying to find the shore that was swept away by the waves of unrequited love.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful words shared dear Divya and I agree. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[AYVID N]

Its my pleasure always, my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

Sometimes whatever you do to please is not going to be enough. I got that sense here Coyote about your Peggy. Beautifully conveyed emotions here.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Chris. Some people are escaping kindness and love. Not seeking and thank you for reading and the comment.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow. You really delved into many emotions that come from life with a military man

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dale. A soldier life can be a lonely one also.

[lightsong]

Ah! it is always so smooth to read your pieces, because You write them both in a simple and captivate way that keeps your reader with You till the end. lovely, tender and sentimental one Johnnie.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I found the old poem hidden in a old journal.

[lightsong]

You seem to have countless of passionate hidden poems :> You are welcome my friend~

[W. Barrett Munn]

I am jealous of the passion that is at the heart of this story. And fearful of its consequences.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Winston. I tried four times with Peggy. I learn some women are keepers and some women are runners.

[red93]

Excellent Work again Coyote - those sweet Ladies and their loving ways - 'It is better to have loved and lost / Than never to have loved at all'. Fine Work ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. But sometimes the losses. Sneak-up on us. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[D. Mansfield]

Again in reading another of your poems I am handed a small slice of Johnnie, bearing your soul to the world, as pennance? I enjoy learning about you through these tales and I am glad to have found your work. For the wars you have fought I thank you and ask for your forgivness one, because Johnnie you have done for all of us, what i have never done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you D. Mansfield. I appreciate the kind words.

[Corset]

In all your poems there is a lost love to be gathered near again, this is the first one (that I recall) where Johnny stays and says ok to love :D This makes me smile.

[Coyote Poetry]

I said okay dear Corset. Still wasn't enough. Love is never fair. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Corset]

true that love is not a respecter of persons, whether rich or beautiful, smart, silly, etc...love is where it finds itself I suppose.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Corset. Peggy wanting a unknown place or dream. Sometimes, we can want too much dear friend.

[Corset]

yes indeed.