Elixirs from before pour

But they’re not enough

Strange to find divisive signs align

Reversed this time

Misstep into the spotlight

And bite my tongue

So I toast to ghosts among myself

Hoping they won’t realize

Saying “Here’s to us

The lucky ones!

Here’s to you

And what you’ve become!”

Do I recognize recitals relayed

By someone sharing your name?

Contorted lore of lives before

Stays sweet to the tastе!

And if I did, would my prize be solace

In knowing things arе the same?

Then again I never know

What I want to hear in the first place!

Well here’s to us

The lucky ones!

Here’s to you

And what you’ve become!