Priceless Regret
I close my eyes and I listen to his voice.
He begins to lead me through the Valley of Wanders,
Which I never thought a person like me would experience.
His job was to teach me the meaning of life;
His job was to be Benny Royce.
As children our teachers sat us next to each other,
Because our last names began with R.
As teens we shared each others lunch,
Because we weren't ready to share our love.
The night of our acquaintance
Your eyes locked mine as a key locks a chest,
And you climbed up the tree of patience,
And brought down for me cherry seeds that were ripe from the rest. .
Grateful I was to know
That our friendship would be like stone.
Years went by and I ran into a jungle of baboons, away from you.
You pursued your dream as a cook
And committed to your wife
With the promise that you
Would come back every night
To see the under-cooked moon.
My eyes began to squint,
And yours began to tighten.
My skin began to wrinkle,
And yours began to whiten.
I regret the day I let you go.
For our childhood was great
And too much to hold.
Feelings unspoken,
Now revealed.
Hope one day we'll meet again,
Far away in celestial, not near.
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