a toast
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i propose a toast
to the hands you won’t hold
for
it will only be
mine
that
you grasp.
to the ink i’ve wasted
writing words
of
what i’d never send
knowing
you’d
already know
my thoughts.
to the chairs you’ve sat in
for
keeping you
there
the place i could stare
and keep track
of
your freckles.
to the end of time
the moment where
i know
i will be standing there
beside you.
i propose a toast
to the hands you won’t hold
for
it will only be
mine
that
you grasp.
to the ink i’ve wasted
writing words
of
what i’d never send
knowing
you’d
already know
my thoughts.
to the chairs you’ve sat in
for
keeping you
there
the place i could stare
and keep track
of
your freckles.
to the end of time
the moment where
i know
i will be standing there
beside you.