We didn’t know, I didn’t know. Some little poems.

We didn’t know… I didn’t know…

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I called Sheena in Scotland in the Winter of 1980 and I told her.

Beautiful Sheena, I miss you so and I am so sorry.

She whispered dear Johnnie, I forgave you.

I wasn’t enough, you wanted everything.

I heard her crying  and I told her.

Thank you dear Sheena and I cannot forgive myself…

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We didn’t know, I didn’t know.

The cloak of love was so damn sweet.

We made butterflies wishes and we swam in the kindness of love.

If I knew.

Love was dandelions wishes,

that cannot come true.

 Coyote