Dear Peggy

Some words and a rewrite

  Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry

I found her again in 1992.

My war was over and she was fighting a lifetime war.

She had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen table when  I found her again in Florida.

I asked her. Sweet Peggy, where are you going? where have you been?

What do you want? She filled a glass, two ice cubes and she filled with the whiskey. She drank the whiskey and she 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

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Crowley]

This captures so much in one short piece. Desperation, love, the ravages of time and mind and the memories. Oh the memories. This is like a penultimate important scene in a movie. One that leads to the happy ever after or the final kiss with one waking into the sunset. Loved this a lot J. Super good.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Wasn't a happy ending but we must decide if we want happiness.

[Crowley]

That is a hard truth.

[Nefertiti Virtudes Ahme..]

I don’t usually go for the romantic side of writing but honestly this is very well written. It has a flow that makes it easy to get into. Kudos!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Nefertiti. Sort of a romantic poem. She picks the whiskey over me in the end.

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

I felt sadness in this write, so well written though

[Coyote Poetry]

Was a sad story. Can't save someone, who don't want to be saved. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Fay Slimm]

The sadness of change oozes from your lines here my friend - - battling a "lifetime war" is always the hardes of things and with a tragic finalé the poem tells the outcome with pathetic honesty - - a tale to remember and from which we learn.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Fay and I appreciate the comment. Some people can't win. They forgot how.

[Chris Shaw]

This is such a sad read. Some people can't be saved. Promises are made to be broken, not a positive outlook on life. When there are just memories and drink.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes, you are right dear Chris. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Neville]

Sad as sad can be.... and even if you gave these words a happier ending... I guess it would still be sad .. thank you for sharing my good friend & poet... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville for reading and the comment. Some people, don't want to be saved.

[Neville]

absolutely right my friend....

[Dave]

Johnnie - this is so sadly beautiful. I loved it.

Thank you and take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Dave]

Sad or not it's always a pleasure to read what you write.
Take care - Dave

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Leftover wine" can taste just fine...it ages well...
a moving piece....and made me think of a song..."In a carriage you will ride pretty Peggy-O..."

j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob for reading. Some people seek hell over heaven.