“No more goodbyes”


No more goodbyes

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


We will learn and know too many goodbyes in our life.


                               No more goodbyes

I caressed her auburn hair. Wrapped my arms around her. I whispered in her ear, “I don’t like the goodbyes. We had too many already. I would rather leave you with silence. The silence can turn to sweet dreams or nightmares if we forget what we had held and needed once.”

She sat upon my lap. Resting her head upon my shoulder. I smelled the perfume of flowers in her hair and the sweet scent of gentle perfume from her skin. I caressed her long legs and told her, “If we are lucky we can find the place where love was all we needed and the vows made to the burning candles and the nights are not forgotten.”

I left her before the morning light of the new day. I was driving away from her and already envisioned the curve of her body. I was missing the sound of her voice and laughter. The softness of her skin against my skin. I wanted to turn back and I knew. Bad decisions led me to her and from her. Today I wished for more tender kisses and long embraces in the lonely and cold nights of Winter.

I left her house in Clinton, Michigan and got on I-94 west. With each mile separating us. I knew. This would be the last dance with someone I loved for the long time. We had a long goodbye. I kissed and embraced her. We talked very little. When goodbye is the final word. Better to hold silence and not waste words. She told me, “I love you Johnnie. You are someone I cannot forget. You loved me at my best and my worst. No words of goodbye today. Just until we meet again my sweet Johnnie.”

I have been a wanderer and a Gypsy my entire life. My father was a rolling stone. Six wives and eleven kids. I have been more polite. Didn’t leave no babies raising themselves.

I know we give a part of us to each lover, sort of cancer, till one day, the heart is gone and dissolved. I left my lover and I felt the pain already. I knew you cannot return from where you departed.

Coyote/John Castellenas
Written in 1994/rewrote in 2014