Here’s to the words left unsaid
Here’s to the secrets revealed
May they someday meet in the middle
and we shall know everything.

Here’s to the memories lost
Here’s to the flawed perceptions
A delicate balance of mistakes and kindness
And we shall want everything

Here’s to the things we did
Here’s to the things we do
Here’s to the edits, the insecurity,
The stories that we tell

Here’s to the absurdity
Here’s to the impossible
Here’s to the distance that makes us braver
Here’s to the distance we use as excuses

The reality that we care too much about
 And the world that we need to live in

Here’s to money
 And no money
 And small bedrooms and
Elegant rooms
 And messy rooms

Here’s to age
 And bodies
And minds
At constant war

Here’s to the slip of the tongue
 And letting it be
Not taking it back.

And regret, and cruelty, and

The incomprehensible stubbornness

And negotiating the flaws