Sweet Peggy, please don't cry.A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words Sweet Peggy, please don't cry --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I found you again in 1992. My war was over and you were fighting a lifetime war. You had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen table when I found you again in Florida. I asked you. Sweet Peggy, where are you going? where have you been? What do you want? You filled a glass, two ice cubes and you filled with the whiskey. You drank the whiskey and you told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. I am here no-more. I called you in Michigan and you came to me. You are my only friend. I have gave everything away and now I am alone. I don't recognize my face no-more. I am ugly with hate and regret. Tears fell from her eyes and I brought her close and I whispered. Sweet Peggy, please don't cry. I am here now and you are not alone. She smiled, took my hands. We danced to the song of the December Florida rain. She took me to her bedroom, opened the large window. She whispered, let's make love in the rain. Let's pretend we are babies again. I remembered you love me once Johnnie. Johnnie, Johnnie, please tell me you love me still. She took off her clothing and she turned to me. She asked. Am I pretty, am I special? I went to her, forcing her pretty body close and I whispered. Whiskey don't fix us, gin don't heal the wounds and vodka make us accept less. We will bleed, cry and die often. If you need me. We can try. We are like leftover wine. Waiting to be drank, we are waiting to be loved. She smiled and she whispered. Promises made are to be broken. We have 12 days and if we have anything left to say before you escape for Texas. We can make more promises to break. She turned around and I kissed her neck and her face. I whispered. Pretty Peggy, I loved you for a thousand years. Coyote
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5 Reviews Added on October 7, 2018 Last Updated on October 7, 2018 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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