Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams...

Finally some new poetry. Was a rough month. Work and the death of my niece.

Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams…

1- Deluded love..

Pretty Peggy came to me at midnight,

carrying Hemingway whiskey and a hopeful smile.

I saw in her eyes, I was her last place to go to.

Once a beauty, once so strong.

Now she became a leftover memory and I told her.

Please come in and rest. I do miss you.

She embrace me and she asked me.

Can I stay a few days.

I told her. Dear Peggy.

You are always welcome in my home.

A soft tear fell and I told her.

You and me had accepted a deluded love.

Maybe we will learn one day.

We need each other.

2- Broken promises…

Peggy called me from Florida and she asked.

Please come to see me, I am so damn lonely.

Please soldier boy, come to Cocoa Beach.

I told her I was on leave and I would come.

I can spend a week with you dear Peggy.

I traveled from Michigan to Cocoa beach in two days.

We met near the Atlantic and she embraced me.

I told her. Dear Peggy, this is our third tried.

Are we speaking broken promises to each other again?

Her eyes heavy with sadness and she whispered.

Johnnie, Johnnie. What is left of me?

I told her. I am here now and let’s make today.

Our best day.

3- Melancholy dreams..

In Cocoa Beach, Peggy drank a lot and she held me tightly.

I caressed her like a cat needed attention and I knew.

She was lost and she didn’t want to be found.

She was kind, she was sweet.

She cooked excellent meals daily and she never left me.

I asked her. What do you need dear Peggy?

She brought me close and she whispered.

Melancholy dreams is all I am,

melancholy thoughts is what I became.

Johnnie, Johnnie.

You sought great dreams and you are doing them.

I have accepted less and thank you for coming to my home.

You are always welcome dear John.

I left her to go to Fort Hood, Texas.

I saw in her eyes. Sadness because I was leaving and

I saw happiness I wasn’t staying.

I remember our last words she told me.

I love you Johnnie, please don’t forget me.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

Greatly written. It feels sad but also with a warm touch of love. Sometimes memories are the only thing left but hold on and keep them close in your heart. Those moments were precious, those memories are precious. What we are without our memories? Memories are the leaves of our soul's tree. But if our roots are strong, no wind or storm could harm us.

Thank you for sharing it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Sarah. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[W. Barrett Munn]

If this isn't based on reality it should be. So many excellent lines wrapped up in it.

[Coyote Poetry]

It was a true story. Me and Peggy tried three times. She taught me. Women decide all things. Love or not. Stay or go. Thank you Winston for reading and the comment.

[Soren]

Transitions through time in a relationship are sweet and bitter. Her pain healed by your comfort but her fear of being forgotten was not founded in this poem. A beautiful write of ongoing love for another and the holding on to memories, Lovely

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren for reading and the comment. Some people don't want to be loved. They had accepted their loneliness.

[Stella Armour]

I think she knew she was lost for ever John and just wanted to be held and loved before she took her final journey, sometimes we reach out just to know there is still a connection although love has left.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Stella. I appreciate the comment.

[Thomas W Case]

Brilliant writing. Tremendous work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Thomas. I appreciate the comment.

[red93]

Brilliant piece Coyote, and how romantic those American Place-Names sound. Quite a gal that Peggy. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

Was a sad girl my dear friend. Love the drink and accepted less. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"on a carriage you will ride pretty Peggy-O...on a carriage you will ride pretty Peggy-O...on a carriage you will ride with your true love by your side"----
I think she did want to be found...she just couldn't admit it to herself.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Maybe Jacob. I hope she found some happiness. We never spoke again and thank you for reading and the comment my friend.