It was the perfect moment –
Youthful exuberance mingled with unconsummated love.
If only I had known that that moment was the penultimate one-
The moment that would both haunt and console me,
the way whiskey consoles an alcoholic.
I don’t regret losing that moment
any more than one could truly regret enjoying an exquisite delicacy.
I have only just learned in my fourth decade that time savored in the present
Is a precious gift, while time mourned or hoped for is a recipe for a life
Of mediocre pleasures and dulled sorrows.
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