I wanted to let thoughts of you
seeped quietly past the seams,
a dream that waking up tomorrow
I could not bring to mind details
but other than to smile
that dreaming me experienced
a long-gone love like new.
And so another toast to you,
another swirl of whiskey nibbling
at the lips and chaffing tongue,
reminding all at once however brief
that lovers, kisses, come and go,
but sweet memories are persistent.
Change alone is constant. Oh how so much has changed since we last met, for both of us I’m sure. There is a certain peace to be found in the distance of the now and memories, a happiness even despite a less-than-ideal outcome. What a gift you have given me. I only wish I was better to return the favor.