Love letters…

Love letters…

Wither we loved, wither we kissed, wither we danced. Maybe we wanted too much, too little. I told you on the telephone. My dearest love. We need more love letters. I am so damn far away from you. I need to kiss your face, your neck and your lips. I need you my darling near. I keep your photo and your letters in my pocket. I look at the photo and I love the coyness in your eyes and your kind smile. I read the letter daily to remind me. I am not alone.
Somewhere in time. We were young, we were wild and so damn brave. Now my eyes had turn cold, my heart hard and lost. My mind needing a kinder place. Baby love, my love. Once you enchante  my eyes, my mind and my heart. Now I learn the bloody mess of war, of hatred. I learned. You were a beauty to behold, my only gentleness in the ugly world. Please remember me, I do remember you. Please write me love letter. I need them so my  beautiful Elizabeth.
Elizabeth cried and she told me. I am here in Michigan. Halloween is coming and I miss you so. You volunteered for every damn new war and you need to quit fighting wars. You have fought in enough. You wanted the Hemingway view of life and now you know like Hemingway. War is no-good. You have turn cold and I need my Johnnie back. Please come home to me. I have a house with a large garden. We can plant a new garden in late January. I will take care of you. I have your music still and I listen to the old songs. I remember the boy who chased me till I could not run no-more. 
I told her. Dearest Elizabeth, I will be done with the Army in late November. I didn’t re-enlist because of your letters. Your love letters kept me human. I have lost good friends and I learned. Life is now and we must seek the good places where we feel safe and sound. I told the quiet desert, wither we love, wither we kiss. wither we dance. We must decide. I love you dear Elizabeth and I will see you soon. I want to be part of your garden. 
She told me. I will keep writing to you dear Johnnie. Please stay safe and please come home to me. You need TLC and I am here for you. Please call me when you can. I love to hear your voice and I love you so.
I told her. I will call you as often as I can and thank you dear Elizabeth. I need your memory and your kindness my dear love.

Dancing Coyote