To all The Ones

To all the ones who weren’t the ones – let’s drink while holstering the guns. It wasn’t any fault of yours, so let’s just blame the Universe, that cold and infinite expanse with its forever neutral stance and bales of void between the stars. The wounds will heal – sometimes to scars, sometimes without a trace at all - that healing is itself a goal. I say let’s dance as dance we must as eons grind themselves to dust.