"To love,"
Tom softly said,
raising his glass and throwing it
against the far wall
as a remembrance
to those who loved long ago.
"To love,"
Jake echoed
as he did the same
out of respect for the elder man.
Tom sighed away his tears
and breathed in his hope
that love between the dead
would be portrayed correctly
and not marr their ghostly reputations.
Jake left to write his story;
Tom joined his beloved
in the place of honour
a few hours after,
worn down by the scotch
and the storytelling.
Jake was in the middle
of writing Tom's story
when he heard of the timely demise.
He put down his thoughts,
suspended them in his mind,
while he poured himself a drink
and toasted the scotch alone.
"To love,"
Jake said softly,
raising his glass and throwing it
against the far wall
as a remembrance
to those who loved long ago.