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.

[anais.vionet]

This is a wonderful piece - "We spoke love words" and "I told the lonely night" are two WONDERFUL phrases - I may steal the second one there (You'll know it when you see it) =]
Nicely done Mr. Coyote =]

[Coyote Poetry]

Can't steal words. All words are written somewhere dear Anais. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Fran Marie]

this is o h so sad
the longing seems
to be for naught
a lonely soul is
emitting such
intense emotions
the profound pain
is overwhelming
and a hopeless
feeling has numbed
a broken old heart..

A poignant piece
so deeply expressed;

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Fran. I appreciate the comment.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Great poetry, i was thinking what turns a tragedy into something smooth and enjoyable and it's a good saxophone and riffs on an old acoustic, and this poem is smooth just like that.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Cherrie. Good jazz, steal the soul. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Marina]

It's a very sad piece, Coyote. Unfortunately your words of sadness are filled with truth. Love dies. It becomes cold and pale and freezes the feelings between two lovers where once there was nothing but warmth. It's an experience that we all endure, sometimes more than once and the pain never seems to lessen. Sometimes leaving is the only thing left to do so happiness can be given a chance to shine again. A most touching write. 💛

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Marina. I appreciate the comment.

[Ruth]

This is heartbreaking...I truly felt this piece. Goodbyes are never easy and always too frequent it seems in life yet we do tend to be all the wiser for such things I guess...your prose always invites the reader in and summons a world out of view, emotionally moving Coyote, good to read you today :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Ruth. Rarely can bring love be brought back to life. The old heart remembered. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Ankita Dwivedi]

"Love don't live here no more ." When love is gone , it IS. Sometimes we give so much , we invest so much in that one perticular feeling that when it's gone a peice of us is too , because we put that peice in THAT feeling . We know there's is risk , but we take it just to feel that . I think tjis is how it is . TYFS this amazing poem , definitely stirred some memories , some laughter and some goodbyes. keep safe :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Ankita for reading and the comment. I agree. We must walk on love like walking on sand paper, leaving no mark. Hard to do and we must.

[Ankita Dwivedi]

You ate welcome :) have an amazing day.

[Ted Kniffen]

John, I experienced this in December 1970. Your words I understand completely. The feelings remain, although pushed down and under control, they linger still.

No one writes better poetry of love and loss.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my friend. When love died. Shall die painful. Thank you Ted for reading and the comment.

[T.S. Ulmus]

"it's better to have loved and lost than...", no, f**k that, love only seems to cause pain and usually a slow churning pain. Your poem captures this. Thank you for so eloquently reminding me that life sucks.

[Coyote Poetry]

It sucks sometimes and sometime we have some good days. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“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 are such beautiful but heartbreaking words from you dear Coyote. They are speaking of death of love and death of the self in their wake...I feel the bleak chill and the regret in your sharp lines that cut like a knife. The last line is so bleak and dark. I hope you have found your strength and peace enough to recover from this loss my dear friend. You are such a beacon of light and wisdom in this often harsh world. Excellent write. Take good care and stay safe Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Annette. I appreciate the comment. I hope you are doing well. Be safe and have some fun.

[mou]

Your words and their slow release! Always a rewarding read. Specially, love this metaphor
"The sun is falling,
and we sit across from each other,
not knowing what to say,
what to do"
Dear friend Coyote, I have always seen you very optimistic and understanding. I hope it is just a poem (if not: I wish a way will be found soon).
Many thanks and love from mou.

[Coyote Poetry]

A old poem with a re-write dear mou. Sometime love timely isn't fair. Take two to tangle and one to run away. To murder love. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[mou]

Yes, true.. always a pleasure to read your words.. you're welcome, friend
mou.