For all the ones that leave
By Abba Marie Moreno
For all the ones I miss,
A TOAST!
(I just turned eighteen!)
A glass of some fine wine
to celebrate and to commemorate
all the fine some-times
we had. Wine,
its flavor enriched by Time,
a fitting drink for this occasion.
(We’ll meet again, some day
and our times will be sweeter.)
For all the ones I’ll miss,
a shot of vodka.
Vodka: fiery, fervid, fleeting—
leaving throats parched for more.
Too much stains with a faint
taste of memory.
(Was it all a dream?)
Vodka fits perfectly
for this farewell.
(I won’t see you again, but,
surely, you will be missed.)
The days have come
and the nights have passed,
And I’ve realized that:
I should buy more vodka.
lovely, well written poem as always cherie :D
ReplyDeleteHello josh. :)) I'm glad you read it. Hahaha.
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