She met her old lover
on the street that night,
they ran into each other
by the corner of 77th and ‘Dam,
so she told me
and after much deliberation on her part
she found herself drinking a few beers
just out of kindness,
for she thought he was still crazy
though she still loved him
after all those years.
I wish I had met her lover,
I would have warmly shook him by the hand,
for in the way he dismissed her thoughts
and treated her with disdain all those years ago,
I found the woman I could protect
with all my might, yet still be the good friend
I thought he was crazy to have let her go,
so crazy despite all those years.
Now I meet her on the corner of 77th
and Amsterdam, I ask her
how her day has been, she smiles sweetly
through those tears,
her make up running down her sweet pale face,
she tells me that her old lover from forty years ago
didn’t recognise her on the street,
he just walked on by without a word,
seems he was lost in old times square
and is just as crazy, talking to himself,
he was the one that was crazy down the years.
Inspired by Paul Simon’s Still Crazy After These Years.
Ian D. Hall 2017