Glasses tipped and gullets open
liquid flows down easily to
an empty heart

Glasses empty and pounded on tables
pour him another this is
only the start

Make a toast he says but what do you
toast to when all the hearts
are left broken?

When the best words to say
are better left
unspoken?

Well here's to good wine to help
stitch up wounds from
words withdrawn

I will offer a toast to endings,
and to forgetting, and mostly
to moving on.

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