Please remember who you are.

New poetry.

Please remember who you were.

I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop.

Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee,

hiding her sorrow.

I went to her and I hugged her from the backside of her chair.

I whispered into her ear, beautiful Susie. Are you okay?

She raised-up her face and she gave me a fake smile.

She whispered, I am okay.

I sat with her and I asked her. Do you want company?  

She looked into my eyes and she asked me.

Am I worth your time?

I told her. Yes you are dear Susie.

She gave me a half-smile and she told me.

I loved someone and I learn. I loved alone.

I took her hands and I held them.

I told her. Love is hell, love is just myth and tale.

Only true love is the sea and the whiskey.

I am the bar-poet dear Susie. My daddy told me.

Best way to repair a heart brake. Find a better one.

She smiled and she asked me. Could you love me?

I kissed her hands and I told her. Never love a poet.

He is just looking for material to write.

His heart is fickle and yes, I could love you.

I have adored you for three years,

you are my only Austin city only fan.

She smiled, a slight smile and she asked.

Please take me to the sea like in the old days.

I will buy the whiskey and you have the old Dodge truck.

I watched her questioning eyes and I told her.

You forgot who you were. You were once a unstoppable hurricane and

you allowed love to kill your soul. You allowed life to kill your dreams.

You must get-up and tell the naysayers to f**k off.

You must become the lioness who demanded laughter and happiness.

Never allow anyone to cage your heart, make you feel less.

You are beautiful, strong and smart.

Her eyes soften and she asked me. Can we see the midnight Texas sea tonight Johnnie?.

I want whiskey kisses and to be with you. I need someone to make me smile.

I remember us. Do you remember us.

I told her. Only once every hour dear Susie for three years. Let's gather some of your belongings.

I have two days off and we will drive to the Texas sea. Drink till 3 am and we will awake at dawn,

walk the long beach searching for the gifts of the sea.

She gave me a real smile and she asked.

Do you pity me or do you adore me?

I told her. I adore the prettiest gal in Austin and I reached over and I stole a kiss.

dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[The_Ancient_Rock]

You forgot who you were. You were once a unstoppable hurricane and
you allowed love to kill your soul. You allowed life to kill your dreams.
You must get-up and tell the naysayers to f**k off.
You must become the lioness who demanded laughter and happiness.
Never allow anyone to cage your heart, make you feel less.
You are beautiful, strong and smart.

Beautiful poetry.

I love it!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you The Ancient Rock. We need more friends and more kindness.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

We sure do...

We sure do... friend.

Blessed be!!!

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

One word, one smile could be the treasure we hold dear to our hearts. I liked this writing a lot with many deeply emotions on it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Sarah. We need more friends than lovers. Friends will keep us safe and love will disappear into a dream. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Pax]

Every now and then when the tough er gets tougher, we needed a little push, a little love, is enough for us to move forward and be the hurricane we once was...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Pax. We need more friends. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Sami Khalil]

You must be a God-sent gift to these lonely women, to love them, adore them, give them hope, share in their sorrows, build up their self confidence.
Or, you could be a love-therapist.
Either way, it is admirable.

[Coyote Poetry]

A love-therapist, I need to be. Where do I apply? All of us need kindness. The mercy of a kind voice can save us. I have been saved often. Thank you Sami for reading and the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! All wonderful. You are welcome.

[DIVYA]

Dear Coyote,

You have such a gift for compassion and for making a downcast soul feel better. With your kind words and affection you lifted Susie out of the depths and gave her a new lease of life. Believe me, it takes just one positive encounter with someone special. I relate to your words deeply about never loving a poet and all the wisdom behind them. Poets are to be read and adored but not to be loved. They're just looking for material to write about, they're just loving you to discover things about themselves.
Bravo, my friend! I love it!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Divya and thank you for reading and the kind words. All of us need the mercy of a friend.

[DIVYA]

Indeed, a friend's mercy can be life saving. You're most welcome, dear Coyote.

[Betty Hermelee]

a beautiful story....a loner, sitting by herself and then you came and she at last remembered you...she wanted you...needed you and you accepted her and released you love her... whiskey and love makes a good pair...especially by the Texas sea....Nice write John
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Betty. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I loved someone/I loved alone

There is the story, Johnnie, told so well.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Winston. Love is never fair my friend.

[N15D]

That was truly deep. I like the way that he remined her of the old days, and how she has allowed love to make her neutered. How she has become a shadow of who she used to be. The back and forth is realistic though and really it is what is unsaid that comes across.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. Took me 36 years to find a true love. Not easy to do.

[Stuart Munro]

Fantastic poem , I really Great read , thanks Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Stuart. I appreciate the comment.

[Corset]

Now Coyote you can't steal what is freely given that even applies to kisses I think :D Very romantic, I always feel as though I've just watched a romantic movie when I read you, which of course we all know I'm a total sucker for romantic poetry.

[Coyote Poetry]

One me and my brother was trying to get drunk. Two men were yelling at a heavy set woman and her friend. We heard it was her birthday. We sat down at the table and we told the a*s-holes to go away. They left. We had a good time. I like to see happy faces dear Corset. All of us need a friend. Some kindness and thank you for reading and the comment.