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I regret not knowing you

thinking you will always be around.

I did not even know, your dream

was to see the showgirls

Las Vegas offered.

I regret the time you spent Christmas

alone in New York,sending me a picture

all bundled up and cold.

The fiestas in your hometown are always

fun and hilarious, you're always inviting

but I seldom attend.

A beautiful house on the hill,stands there

and we promise we will spend the rest of our

lives watching the moon light from our balcony,

but only to see a tenant lives there,happy and gay.

I retrospect, regret, and always wish

that I could have done better, otherwise or still.

But in retrospecting, I believe I have done it well

cuz I was always around when the going was tough,

when the kids had a bad day and you were grouchy

and bad,I stood by your side, in your weakness

and sorrows,always around to check if you took all

your pills.So why am I writing this prose or this poem?

Oh! now I know,it's raining outside

and the wind is cold, and I wish I could bundle up

and cry, cuz I guess, I am missing you to death!