I wanna get back with you...

A Tom Jones morning.

I wanna get back with you..

The oldest man in the tavern.

He drinks alone and he write dead-man poetry.

Sometime in April, he remember a beauty.

Was a warm late April day and beautiful Brigette told him.

I love you Johnnie, please stay with me in Germany.

He remembered her kind eyes and he wishes. He could remember her voice.

Sometime at 3 am, he called her. Just to hear her voice.

She is so kind, she always answered his call. She know he is alone and he need her still.

She asked me. Drinking again and you are missing me.

I told you last week, I have a large apartment by the lake.

Room for your books and I bought a large bed for us.

I am lonely in Germany.

He whispered to her,

baby sweet, my baby, so kind.

I wanna get back to you.

I haven't felt good since you held me so tight in our small bed.

She held silence and she asked him.

When will you escape your messy world? my daddy had a job for you 

and I miss you so.

He told her. I am in the lost and found dear Brigette.

You are the sweetest and kindest woman in my world.

I apology for calling so late. I cannot leave my Michigan.

People need me. Please baby girl. Find someone, who will adore you.

Brigette is crying  and she told.

You can wait for a miracle Johnnie.

True love is rare and sweet.

One day you will forget me and

I don't want to be alone no-more.

He told her. I love you dear Brigette and I won't call no-more.

She whispered. Please Johnnie, I will love you forever. You were my first love.

We were friends first and I am here when you need me.

Please call me, when you need me, when you remember me.

He thanks her and he told her. I will always remember my beautiful German gal 

who was so kind to me. You are the love of my life.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Neville]

since you were serving overseas in the military at the time, this is considerably more than just a holiday romance .. this like so many of your poetic portfolio is filled to the point of overflowing with clear recollection, beauty and love that will surely remain with you for always ......... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

I was lucky. I was station, three years in Germany. Thank you Neville for reading and the comment.

[Neville]

I was very briefly stationed in Munster .. now that is a coincidence I believe .. or is it fate ..

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed my days in Germany. A beautiful country.

[Neville]

.... absolutely, me too.

[M.E.Lyle]

Life is a strange things with so many twist and turns. It is filled with loves lost and loves found. We wonder about "what ifs" and" I should have." In the end, aren't we exactly where we're suppose to be.
This poem was very melancholy for me. I remember my first love and how it ended without closure. It haunts me to this day.
Great write.

[Coyote Poetry]

The lovers, we adored. That had no goodbyes. They do haunt us. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[willweb]

Love is an amazing thing, when real it can hold onto us forever, no matter what we see or where we are.
The past may be the past but memories of love always wait in the future. Nicely done

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Will for reading and the comment. I agree. Love is the gift we can give and the reward are amazing.

[FGFRANKLIN]

" I am in the lost and found" I think I've spent more time in the "lost" than the "found", John. Most of my old lovers are dead, one from a heart attack, another from cancer. But I've got a good wife and I don't brood over the past. This was picturesque and quaint like a snapshot frozen in time; a poignant and powerful read, I enjoyed.

[Coyote Poetry]

I am over the past too my friend. I have six grandchildren to keep me content. It is nice to go back in time. When love was our only want. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[FGFRANKLIN]

It's always a pleasure to read your work, John. You write with such real and raw emotion. You are clearly a man who knows himself. And I admire that in you. It sounds simple but understanding one's own behavior is not often as common as one might think.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Wow man...

See... now that's deep!

My kind of Poetry Coyote...

All aspects covered more or less...

Soldier on brother!

Soldier on!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you The Ancient Rock. Some places, some faces. We cannot forget.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

So true. Keep it going!

[Ladysue]

First real loves are never forgotten no matter where life takes them. It’s a special kind of love that lasts In memory and hearts. A wonderfully moving story my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Ladysue. You are right. We are young, just for a minute.

[Pax]

You've found love, they say one true love only comes once. Harsh situations makes up hard decisions, some things and memories are never fading, like a scar it remains.... Wonderful story yet again my friend...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pax. You are right. True love. So rare and we learn too late. We held love and we released her.

[Soren]

Memories of what was are always sweeter when they filter out the mundane and sour, leaving the subtle flavors of what is missed. This is enhanced when their aroma still lingers and one is close enough to smell it in the shops near by. How the appetite it does increase and makes ones mouth water. Very nice my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Soren. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I am in the lost and found, yet to be found. Sweet words that lead my mind into dreams. Good job, Johnnie.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Winston for reading and the kind words.

[red93]

Very moving Coyote and full of emotion recollected in tranquility to quote the Poet Wordsworth. First Loves are never forgotten truly ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my dear friend. We always remember our first love and thank you for reading and the comment.