“The karma of love”
The karma of love
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
When we are young. We waste the gift of love.
Written on 5 March 1985
I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world surrounding you.
I remember how I wanted you. How I twisted my world backward. Just for a few moments of your touch.
Now my heart is in remorse and dismantle. Every time I think of you. How you made every moment so special. I feel weaken.
Now your smiles are rare. Your beautiful blue eyes lost their sparkles. You are living alone in a wasteland of loneliness. Hiding all your pain. I taught you.
Maybe your life wasn’t so tough. But your heart was tender. Easily broken. And me . I was just after another conquest. Another heart to add to my hunger. Never to be fulfilled.
You won. After I left you. Your beautiful face. The memories of your tears. Left me empty and dead.
Now I dreams I left you smiling. Laughing for our love would never end for you. You would be my brightest star.
I would be there to hold you when you were afraid.
I awake alone. Seeing the damage done to you. Was done to me.
I called you. I told you. “I’m sorry. I would come back. I miss and love you.”
You whispered. “Thank you. I’m alright. It is too late. I have nothing left to give.”
So funny. I realized I stole all your dreams.
I also lost my dreams the morning I left you in our warm bed. To conquer another poor woman.
Leaving you with my heart.
5 March 1985