REGRET, by TR

[Tragic Rabbit]

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REGRET

I will best remember

The words I never said

A hard job of forgetting

Twenty things I should have done

Maybe I am forever

My uncertain high school self

Measuring the cool before the kiss

And posing for unseen eyes

What had I been thinking

To let you get away

Unclaimed and unconquered

No flag along your shore

Behind my eyes when dreaming

Lying spent inside my arms

You smile at me and whisper

That forever you are mine

*

[Berkeley Romantic]

The cruelest part of gay adolescence is the penchant (arguably required in some environs) to deny ourselves the expressive release of our desire.

I, too, am filled with regret that I didn't bravely profess my own hidden yearnings. C'est la vie.

Nice poem.