Cra - Years Cannot Erase Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I see you still, just standing, in the shade
soft shoulders, slightly drooped, it wasn't fair.
It was a day it seemed like any they had made
the memory of lust still in the frosty air.

Although prepared for awkward glances, bring them on!
Due to the nervousness of things to come so soon,
a future which was spent and now had gone
no tears were visible or felt, I was a hoon.

A ray of sunshine probed through traffic's cranky noise,
and settled on your sweet, angelic face.
You looked so sad but covered well (just like the boys) ,
I was so tempted then. But years cannot erase.

Your Nordic features, bathed in golden orange glow
have stayed with me for forty years, and maybe more.
But when we met again, so briefly, in the snow,
there was resentment from the stuff that went before.

I'm passing through, would you please forward all my mail?
I Ieft you suddenly and vowed not to return.
Unspoken promises remained, though no farewells.
I was a brat and not too likely then to learn.

There is no question that ye Gods have intervened.
You matter more than you will ever ever know.
I say Good Day now to the bum and to the fiend
and watch a secret little flower thrive and grow.

I am not mean or without feeling for them all,
would never hurt a little fly unless it squeaked.
But in the city, at the big shots' annual ball
it was my energy that really, really peaked.

You held your hand out, dressed in glove of snowy white,
I took it off and kissed your lifeline just to say,
it is not crucial what there is but what just might
come join me on the road to far and far away.

There is a weather coming in, an Autumn haze,
huge clouds are drifting just to settle here tonight.
But all our years will never ever quite erase
it would have been, my darling, right and right and right.

I shall be waiting for you, anywhere you choose.
And if you cannot break away until we die,
perhaps you WILL save just the last for me, a Blues
and we could dance until the angels say good bye.