A toast to all that is no more
and left much more without a job
The smile that laid my heart to rest
for seconds in I knew a god
The rhythms breathing through your hair
the loom of doom was rather odd
dressed up as our own concierge
renting our rooms to those who called
The thoughts we thought would awaken us
they never came, they must be late
Your lips made years just drizzle by
it be a curse to call it wait
For nights like this are much too short
and yet we stretched our night for years
till tears of old embraced the floor
and still, we will not live in fear
The flood, the pain, the world at large
the loss of names, the death of ours
what life and tragedy aren't friends
and yet why run,
the walks not far,
we'll get there.
Happy B-day my love. With you at my side I'll gladly continue to walk the road less traveled.
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