Things Not To Be
THINGS NOT TO BE
There are thoughts in my mind
I cannot reach.
Am I crazy?
But, I know they are there.
I feel, in lonely nights, a sense of them
when I dream a flower, a cloud,
a beautiful woman.
All women are beautiful. God knows that.
So do I. Am I then God?
I learned this logic exercise in college,
but, I have since forgotten.
But it remains that all women are beautiful.
My redheaded angel was.
The one I lost because I never won.
The one who met me on the field
after we were beaten,
with a hug and a kiss.
I pushed her away because I failed
to win an inconsequential thing.
I pushed her away.
That was the way of it.
That was the way.
We loved, hated, fought, and loved
over and over again.
I think, sense, how intimately pure
we were, so close, yet so far.
I think how much I loved her
when I wasn't angry. When she
was in my arms.
I think of red hair, freckles and feelings.
I think of her
leaning on my '53 Buick
adding class to my rowdiness.
I think of her always, and always will.
Rose 91 Fritz Crytzer
February 2016
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