Yeah. Me too….
Let's drink to that.
To the love of family and the here and now for when it's lost or gone.
Love can never be destroyed if we hold true together this love of joy.

Let’s make a toast to that.
To the love lost
but never forgotten
Maybe now we know that the sticky glue and masking tape
Cannot fix a heart broken one too many times

Let’s raise our glasses.
To the love turned sour
Not the same blooming rose plucked
But a patch of shriveled petals and brown stalks
Never meant to grow again in spring.

Let’s extol.
Till there is no more to imbibe
Rather be
Love-sick in the morning
Than
Love-drunk at the end of the night.