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Regrets
I put my boy down for the last time today,
No more holding my hand, no more riding on my shoulders.
He insists on being called a man, but I can’t do that just yet.
I left him at the roller rink with some friends, they didn’t look so friendly,
4 hours later I picked him up and he couldn’t look at me. “What’s wrong bud?”
He turned to me and I lost everything.
A tear ran down his left cheek, right over the swollen purple bruise.
Those prideful baby blues were blistered with regret.
He finally let his heart spill out.
