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Regret is etched onto Al’s face,
a chiseled stone carving
Finch is so young
They all are
When the cancer first came,
Albert raged,
drowned himself in alcohol,
and bar fights
Rash decisions,
That their friends witnessed
There for all of it,
to see the things Finch couldn’t from his hospital bed
When the chemo had failed Al sobbed,
Clinging to his boyfriend’s hand
Willing him to stay right there
Now, with a week
at most
left on Finch’s clock
Albert stills
And he regrets
Regrets the harsh words,
the stupid insults said when they were
young
And immature
And dumb
He regrets all the petty fights
That’s what happens when two people
Both stubborn as a brick wall
Fall in love
Regrets
Regrets
That he did not cherish his time with Finch the way he should
(of course he did, but was it enough?)
He regrets that Finch
So young and blissfully in love with him
Will die before he ever gets a chance to see
The ring that Albert has hidden away
The ring that should be on Finch’s finger right now
He stirs
Eyes meet
A question bursts to the surface
When Finch dies the next day
It’s with the lingerings of a smile on his face
A smooth ring on his finger
And an “I do” fading from his lips