Drink

Come on my love,
my sweet and dearest friend,
let me pull you up a chair.
Sit by my side,
I beg you please,
just sit for a while.

Let's open that bottle
we've been saving for
a special day,
let's fill our glasses
and drink,
drink,
drink
until we forget
who
and
where
we are.

Let's drink to our friends,
the ones we have and love,
the ones we take for granted,
and,
of course,
always,
the ones
who have moved on
to the other side,
their numbers growing
with each passing day.
But let's also drink to
the friends we'll meet some day,
or perhaps in another life.
Most of all,
let's drink to us.

Our heads are full of
memories and what-ifs.
We need to drink to forget,
we have to drink
to live.
We need to drink
to be able to drink some more.
We'll drink until the bottles
are empty and
the glasses
have all been smashed
against the mirror.

We'll drink to forget what
we have lived through
and what we're living now.
We'll drink to forget tomorrow,
and might even end up
in a tangled mess
of sweaty limbs
and more regrets.

Most of all,
we need to drink
and hope that tomorrow
won't bring in that
ominous gray cloud.
But, should it come,
well, hell,
then I guess we'll
just have to drink
our tears.