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I Drink to the ShatteredHere's to the half-hopes,who lie shallow in their graves,comatose, their pulse forgotten.And here's to unrequited love;impossible thoughts between heartbeats,the burning pang that follows.A nod to the empty dreams,their ankles hobbled, improperly set.They walk nowhere.Silence to commemorate the lost cause;Stillborn revolutionsThat never leave the womb.To the broken and sleepless,inane and insane,the clueless, the lonely,the outcasts forgotten,to you I raise my glass.
Unlit CandlesYour spirit curled with the smoketowards the ceiling of the funeral home.This image brought me closure,and relief that your soul could escapefrom the open casket.When you turned ashes to ashes,I imagine the release was the sameas when our voices caughton the hymn's last noteand we all blew out our candles.
Empty LettersI know I'll find nothing,but it's worth hoping thatsomehow I'll hear from youthough it can't be good for me.Every day I spend my thoughtson a hope as false as wooden bonesthat you'll take it on yourselfto remember how to talk to me.We were friends once.My arms will never tireof throwing water on this bridgeyou've set alight,but my heart is burntand becoming exhausted.