Toast

Toast
By Tatiana Pahlen

I knew from the start
to stay away
There is no cure
for the damaged souls;
Our flames in November
chilled in May.
I smashed my receiver
to elude your calls.

I nurture my crime
for the time loss.
Remaining calm,
I confide in wine –
Rest in peace,
sweet memories –
I'm raising a toast.
My pillows are dry,
Why are my eyes moist?