When the last bit of elixir is gone from cup
We hold our breath,
Savor the sweetness on our tongues.
When the taste has left us
We close our eyes and turn to the palates of our imagination.
It is customary to savor as long and as often as we can
Hoping that our memory will appease the void that the event once filled.
nothing can satisfy the longing of what was.
Reconciliation escapes us.
Regret becomes our comfort.
We who have lost must not forget what we have gained.
We who have gained must always embrace the sacrifice of loss.