No-one comes back the same.

No-one comes back the same.

(April is poetry month. New poetry number nineteen.)

1- I left you in late December and I did not look back.

You were so beautiful, so kind.

We made no promises and I saw in your eyes.

A silence goodbye.

We knew, once we wanted more and now. We wanted nothing.

No-one can return the sweetest places; time steal the kindest memories away.

No-one comes back to the place they left.

2- Once I ran to you and you ran to me.

We held love tightly and we needed more.

You were the prettiest gal in Michigan and I was a soldier.

I left you alone in Michigan and I had the soldier life.

Drink, seeking new cities and new war.

Somewhere in time. We forgot promises, we forgot where loved lived.

I called from South American and I told you.

Dear Jenny, I volunteered for three more years. I am not coming home for awhile.

Dear Jenny told me. You love the soldier life. Drink, the dance and the wild women.

You need new cities and you want to test your soul. Dear Johnnie,

a soldier life is a lonely life and I miss you.

We said our final goodbye and I told her.

Thank you dear Jenny for showing me, I was alive.

10 years later I saw Jenny and a child walking in her yard, and I sat in my car.

Soft tears falling and I told the morning.

No-one comes back the same and we cannot return from where we left.

John