A toast to broken friendships

Old friend of mine,
Are you there?
Or are you lost too
in the vagaries of time?

Answer me, if you are
Because I look in vain
For the blissful oblivion
Of our company

Yes, you see me now,
And I, you - not strangers,
But awkward, we stand today
Overshadowed by better days

Let us, then, smile
At one another, or simply nod
To honor a bond cemented
And buried in a happy past.

Let my eyes be the glass
Filled with a teardrop,
It is not the finest wine
But it will do.

For a toast -
To a broken kinship,
To a forgotten familiarity,
To a past, sealed by time.

Sealed,
to be blemishless,
to be remembered,
But never relived.

Drink, old friend, these tears
That flow, not of sorrow
But of a heart overwhelmed
By the memories of perfection.