Wasted words and lonely nights.

The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart.

Wasted words and lonely nights

I found her sitting alone in the corner of the bar.

 She  get up and hugs me. Give me a simple kiss.

We sit in a strange silence.

I go back in time when the sparkle in her blue eyes could light up the world around her.

I remembered how badly I wanted her .

How I twisted my world backwards just to spend a few moments with her.

My only desire was to kiss her sweet lips and hold her body near.

Now she  sit alone with sad eyes and no Will to love again.

She  ask me "Was I still playing the b*****d still?"

I didn't answer.

I said too many wasted words on her  and my heart broke every time I thought of her her sitting alone. Desiring nothing.

She  was  young when I met her.

 Her  life wasn't so tough.

She was   tender and innocence.

A heart easily broken.

I was just after another conquest.

Just another piece a flesh to add to my sadistic heart.

We sat in a deadly silence.

I ask was she  Ok?

She looks at me and ask" Do you think of me?"

I don't try to apologize.

Words from a liar don't mean a hell of a lot.

I told her I thought of her often.

I worried for her.

I got up and I told her she must rise up and live again.

She looks at me with clear blue eyes.

She whispers "Some of us don't live to use and abuse.

Take time to heal."

I go to my truck and I felt tears rolling down my face.

I broke my own heart when I left her to alone in her bed to go conquer another poor soul.

The funny part she won't know what she taught me.

Lonely nights and repenting for deed done left a empty and sad heart.

                          Coyote

                     15 march 1984

Author's Note

A 26 year poem. Lesson are what make us better when we get the opportunity to love and be kind.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Wastedwords and Lonely nights"
Coyote,
You know this poem is an honest portrayal of the broken behavior of a broken person. This kind of behavior is played out all the time. Bars are a terrible place because loneliness seeks loneliness and that in others. Broken people do not have wholeness to share.
This was a poem taken from a long time ago it looks like. I hope you can see and feel the needs of others in the wisdom and insights you have gained since then.
Beautifully done.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

I did learn. Karma is a fair judge my friend. Thank you Kathy for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Rhonda]

you are officially the best writer in writerscafe.org. this is great

[Angel Bird]

Yes so right you are. Life has many lessons to teach, and as long as we take a piece of knowledge with us to the next path we are travelling, the experience of those adventures or misadventures will not have been for naught.

The essence of your write is deeply touching, and so very often experienced. Hopefully those who pay the biggest part for these lessons will find a strong shoulder to lean on before they are totally lost.

[Summer Blue]

Very sad and heart breaking...but once more beautiful! I really like this one!! Great Great Job!! Don't change anything

[Bette]

not sure if this was intended "Do I think of me?"or "do YOU think of me" and there are a few other typos you might want to hit. like "She get(S) up and hugs me. Give me a simple kiss" things like that... there are a few more but i will leave them for you to find. .... that aside i love reading your life. well done

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

If we pay attention we can learn from the most unexpected places and the briefest of encounters.... it's good to know you look with your heart wide open.

[B MacGregor]

So easy to see that now... so hard to see it then.

The cruelty of time. Why does it abuse the older ones?

[KayDennyy!(:]

You must get alot of reviews VVVV
lol well i think this ppoem is sweet(:

[M.Kilani]

wonderful piece !! heart-aching ending, first part reminds me of my own poem Drunk Door, yet in another way.
well done my friend well done

[beautiful disaster]

this is a great lesson. Those who have loved and lost never really tell those who have taught us the lessons who have made us who we really are.

[writing mojo]

This is very good, such a mellow spool of thought here, which unwinds the rhythm so well.
It's pace reminds me of the clear reason why her tear rolling, rolling, down the side of her face, smears right to the place faced upside down
it's your guts receding sadness through the solar plexus
which flexes out an unheard of punch the first few lines.
only to validate this poem is going to hit somewhere home or somewhere even farther below.
the second part contained is desire plain and simple symbolic to the turbulent wind grounding a heart which has failed the flight of love only in it's self indulgence all alone.....Good stuff..Coyote