To Be Never Alone

Here’s to reaching out to an end of me,
Stranded by multitudes of blockades.
The rift came along, and I survived,
Not by my own self, but supported by their deft hands.

What’s unseen, though, are the silent touches of friends.
They saw me, even when I was invisible.
They heard me, even when my voice was muffled by the sea.
They found me, even when I lost myself in the wild.

They kept a promise to see the finale with me.
I will carry their hands till the end of the divine land.
I will reciprocate their kindness till we physically can’t.
Here’s a drink for all of us to believe we are never alone.