A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Did we love enough?
Did we run away to find something more wonderful?
Or did we fear the ending before the beginning?
You were the most beautiful girl I ever known.
You made me smile, you knew how to make you laugh.
You held me so tightly and you knew.
Love is fleeting and I was a storm.
Wanting everything and nothing in the same words.
Do men become stone and rock?
Does passion disappear with age and replaced with,
hard memories and becoming lost in shallow graves?
I remember love, love don’t remember me.
Did I kill the need to love? Did I kill my lover passion?
Or does the heart need less with the adding of new moons.
Old age, becoming sour wine memories.