Love live here no-more.

Some good jazz and some words.

Love don't live here no-more....

Us, living in a liar's grave.

We can't see no-more.

Once we spoke love words,

 we listen, we pay attention.

Now we are laying in a shallow grave.

Waiting for someone to be brave enough to run away.

Who is wrong? Who is right?

We don't know anymore.

Once I chased you and now two strangers.

Cold eyes and silence breathe,

don't know what to say or do.

I told the lonely night,

love don't live here no-more.

Somewhere in time,

we forgot the kindness,

we forgot what we were.

Now we share food,

now we share the whiskey and now we shared the cold bed.

And I know.

When love died,

love died badly and cannot be saved.

I know, what was done and what being done.

Just payment.

Payment for people,

wanting too little, wanting too much.

The sun is falling,

and we sit across from each other,

not knowing what to say,

what to do.

I left you on a Winter day,

old heart didn't feel the December chill.

My truck touched the Michigan border and I cried alone.

And part of me was dead and gone.

 

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

New words.

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This one really had a lot of hurt in it, but also resignation. The ache in this was palpable and I really liked that, the amount of heartbreak you poured into this. And the last few ending lines were chilling. All in all, an absolutely, wonderful fantastic poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. I appreciate the comment.

[poetgurl]

I told the lonely night,
love don't live here no-more.
Somewhere in time,
we forgot the kindness,
we forgot what we were.

These lines here makes me sad, but so truthful. Powerful wording through out this write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. When the love leave us, love won't come back again.

[John the Baptist]

This one is full of loss and pain. The last line tells it all. Although the love was long gone, the finality of separation was a little death. Too many people have gone through such experiences.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right John. I learned a few times and we all do. In Jack London book, When God laugh, he wrote. God always win. He will teach us sadness one day. Death.