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If I have regrets, it's not over anything I did
But all I might have done differently.
I'm not sure I listened to you long or well enough
If I always gave you what you needed. What you wished for.
I regret there were times I rushed you off the phone.
Times the conversation threatened to run aground
In hostile territory. Capsize in treacherous waters.
When I saw it turning fruitless, fractious and bitter.
I loved those glimmers of you that were funny or wise
Or that empathized with tough situations
But they hurt, too. They tantalized with what might have been.
They underscored the rarity of those lucid intervals.
It would have been your birthday today. Are you happy?
Do you still get to make a wish? Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Blow out the candles.
I am not easy to live with. I’ll be the first to say it.
I can be insecure, immature, impatient.
I forget the shopping list, don’t always balance the checkbook,
And lose my temper more often than I care to admit.
And you. You can be unyielding in your thinking.
Work has an intrusive way of following you home.
You can’t find the keys that are exactly where you left them,
And you turn dogged persistence into an art form.
But I cry at “our” song, the one you make a point to request.
You say a certain word and we dissolve together in laughter.
My eyes find yours and you become the only person in the room. And that’s why,
Though we may be far from perfect, we are perfect for each other.