Better days

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   Better days

You were so pretty and I was so young. We had wine and the good song humming to us from the radio.  I told you. I will love you my love till I cannot breathe no-more. You laughs at my words and whispered. “Baby, no guarantee for tomorrow. Let eat-up life this second. This minute and make the hours last till the morning dawn forced us to depart. Tomorrow is just another day to be reached.”

I kissed her once, I kissed her twice. I held her legs in deep embrace and she held me tightly. She sang sweet songs of love. She sang the sweet verse from the small radio near as we found our hiding spot safe from our world.

She was so pretty and her words were so true. She loved me and I loved her and we knew our love was balanced on weak foundation and too much life ahead.

I was leaving for war and she was going to save the world. She was my first love and last love. Promises made to the midnight moon are not lost or forgotten. I still remember her. She was so pretty and she loved me so.

Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[Vladislav Raven]

Hi John, We always remember our first Love and then to be honest every Love after that but we always give our all to the present Love hoping she shall be the one. We never forget the Love's who come into our lives, a part of them is with us always. It is nice to remember back, at least i find it is, still, my thoughts are always on my love now. Really enjoyed this one John. You write from the heart my Friend. I do so enjoy your poetry. Your friend....Vladislav.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Viadislav. You are right. First love is never forgotten.

[Valentine]

John, if your life was anything like your writings, I thank God I was not one of those many women you loved and left behind. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime was life, war and decision of another. Love need perfect timing and proper need. I wasn't lucky till I met poor wife. Patience of a saint.

[Sabrina]

This is nice and short, I love how you broke it up with pictures. The one thing I noticed and it confused me a little bit at first was the few grammar errors that you have sprinkled all about in your writing. Nice poem over all, it really forms a story.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sabrina. I appreciate the comment.

[nazia]

Love, love and profound love and then a sudden departure for war...
Beautiful poem and something lovely to remember from past..

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. The past become less painful and we can create tale and story without tears. Thank you Nazia for reading and the comment.

[nazia]

You're welcome :)

[Moronu Mesoma Chisom]

very fascinating I love this work coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Moronu. I appreciate the comment.

[Willard Wells]

First love and lost love for the most part is a story heard round the world. I am not the grammar police, but I would read through again and work on the flow. There were a couple of spots that could use a little finesse.

Great work and I really like it. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Willard. I appreciate the help and the advice.

[Perkele.7885]

Coyote, there are a lot of us viet vets who have stories like this hidden in our past. This is a good write on your part and rings so familiar in the back of my own mind.

[Coyote Poetry]

Soldiers leave things behind. They come home different. You need to write some of your thoughts. The good song from the sixties take me back to old faces and things lost. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Perkele.7885]

I am different from your average 60's person. So many of my contemporaries were trying to escape from something or to somewhere with pot, pills, LSD etc. I was, I suppose, escaping to somewhere when I voluntarily pu myself in harm's way in Viet Nam. I do not know if at that time if I really expected to be coming back. If I had survived my tour without being injured and sent home. I would probably still br there, somewhere in there in south east Asia, like New Zealand.

[wordman]

a beautiful write john,some we never forget

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you wordman. I appreciate the comment.

[wordman]

you are welcome john