The letter
The letter
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Words my friend. Can carry heavy burdens and take us back to places we need to be.
The letter
Dear Katie
I was lost in too many sad moments and I was tired. I was drained of hope to find a sweet love. I ran from sweet smiles and hid in dark taverns trying to be a ghost. Safe and sound from the disruption of love. Love had turned from sweet Summer wines and tender kisses to bittersweet endings and the goodbye.
I worshiped love once. I yearned for the new kiss and embrace. I searched for the perfect love and I learn too late. You were my true love. Your gifts of tenderness and opening up completely to the desperation of young and divine emotion. You have encased my heart. Our midnight confessions and laying nude in the comfort of our warm bed till noon is my daily sweet dream.
Yesterday I held you like you were my last breath. Today I yearn for things I cannot have. You wanted forever and I was just a stranger. Making promises to open doors where love should bloom and grow. I have learned your loneliness. Karma is a fair judge. I have danced in the one-sided dance of love and need. Leave you empty and alone. Today I walk slower. I tell fewer lies. I learn tears can teach you to be kind and wiser.
I know you have found a new lover. I heard he worshiped you and his only goal is your happiness. I don’t seek forgiveness. You have given me this months ago. I wanted to tell you. You taught me love is real. Not a game or sport. I wrote these words. To apology and to wish you well. I wanted to tell you dear Katie. Every act of love is a gift. You are a beautiful and a wonderful woman. Don’t accept less than you deserve.
Coyote/John Castellenas
A real commentary on real life. Beautiful John. Thank you.
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I like the days of letters. Good to be able to read and hold a personal item. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Thank you for the letter.
Love is about loving
Its more than just surviving
It’s about every little thing
Every detail is important
There’s so much to do
And so little time
He makes me in a rush
To keeping up with him and life
Not a moment to rest
Not one moment to spare
Without a moment to think
There’s joy in life and love
Being here makes sense
And when he comes to me
I know, there is no way
I could last a minute
Without him.
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I agree. Love is having more concern for someone else than your own needs. Thank you for the poem and the comment.
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In as much love as given, much love is and admiration is returned. I am grateful. Thank you for your sweet thoughts and beautiful poems of love.
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You are still my muse. You went out and you had found your safe place and happiness. A lot of us need to do this. I hope you are enjoying life and I love your new poetry.
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Indeed. Keep your letters coming and I promise to reply.
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I would like this.I need my muse to give me reasons to keep writing.
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such powerful presentation!!
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I’m digging out old poetry. Thank you for reading and the positive comment.
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excellent idea – Brings good memories and light!!
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