Sunday, August 7, 2011

For all the ones that leave by Abba Marie Moreno

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.


 

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