Bittersweet goodbyeA Poem by Coyote PoetryGoodbyes are necessary. Need closure to all things.
Bittersweet closure
"I walk up to her house. I celebrated one year with this young woman. In the comfort of her small apartment. We learned passion and hate." An angelic face answered the door. She asked me. Why did I come? She fell into my arms. I was leaving the Army. Three years in the beauty and elegance of Germany was coming to the end. I came for closure. My beautiful Daniela took me to heaven and hell. We entwined two lives for a year. Her beauty enchanted my heart. We reached the pinnacle of passion. A million sweet kisses and thousand words of love. Now she is crying. Her new love is dead. I whisper I didn't want anyone to die. I go to the Army P.X. I bring her favorite rum to her. I Play her Leonard Cohen music. I allow her to hold on to me. Silence is necessary. Sometimes words don't mean much. They only swim in sadness. Allow pain to do the fatal mercy of killing off the last of your hope and joy. A young woman broke my heart. The elixir of sweet love has turned bittersweet. Now forgiveness and kindness are all we have left. Sweet and beautiful Daniela Asked did I come to save her? I whispered I came to say goodbye the right way. To tell her thank you. Her blue eyes looked into mine. Asking for what? I condemn you to grief and damnation. I kissed her forehead. I told her. The only offense would be if we don't try to love. Breathtaking kisses; the warmth of two bodies becoming one for a time; nights of love and passion Will always bring a smile. When the body and mind are old. Those stories won't ever leave the heart and dreams. I sit and baby sit Daniela for three days. I leave her with no words of love. Just a bittersweet goodbye." Coyote July 1982 © 2010 Coyote Poetry
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Added on July 11, 2010Last Updated on July 11, 2010 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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