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Ed Krizek

In the room I forgot
...the closet sags
with the sudden weights
of regret

From “Thistles” by Philip Levine

When I was young
I promised myself
I would never forget
what being young
felt like.
The first time
I fell in love
I expected to love forever.
When I was mad
I thought
I would never be sane again.
Now I find time
has worn away parts of me
the way wind and water
erode the permanence of stone.
Tokens of remembrance
hang on my walls
like museum artifacts.
They speak in metaphor
of struggle, love, pain.
I see these trophies,
where they came from
but cannot feel
their potency
nor the exaltation
and angst spent
in their acquisition.
Time has passed---
I am older
have lived longer.
Perhaps this is the way
of the end---
losing a piece
or two.

Ed Krizek was born in New York City and now runs a sales and marketing business in Swarthmore, PA, a suburb of Philadelphia. He holds a BA and MS from University of Pennsylvania, and an MBA and MPH from Columbia University. He is active in the Unitarian Universalist Church of Delaware County, has published over forty-five articles, poems and short stories in various publications, and won prizes in several poetry and short story competitions including the Mad Poets Society contests from 2006, 2001 and 1999 and Pennsylvania Poetry Society Contest 2007.