So long my kind friend

So long my kind friend

We never kissed and told. I loved you for a thousand days and I never told you once, my beautiful Gail. You were epic journey and I knew. Words would just make us yearn for things we could not have.

You were the wild sea, the perfect face and the voice of a rebel. We sang to the California falling moon nightly for a year. We were whiskey kisses and fearless journey.

I loved to read your face, study your brown eyes and to watch you dance with the Pacific. I remember, I read your scars on your tan skin and I caressed the beauty marks on your yearning body. I told you often. You are perfection my beautiful Gail. You asked me often. “Will you remember me when you deploy for Texas? Will I be just an added memory? Or will I be, a secret wish?

Old man turning sixty soon. He remembered the idyllic settings, the idyllic emptiness. He remembered tan beauty who made his heart dance for joy. I wished I told you my wildflower dream, I love you. You taught me how to seek hidden waterfall and how to dance with the sea.

Once we whispered to each other. So long my kind friend. I didn’t know I would dream of candle lights and a bare skin lady in sweet and wonderful dreams.

Johnnie