things

i drink wine
and savor the flavors of the
appetizing dishes that life creates
even the bitter ones
(bittersweet are often the best)
i occasionally giggle
but don't tell...
i thought i was made to be cold, and distant
but the new path that i've chosen
where nothing is frozen, and everything is odd
i think suits me better.

why is this novel?
well, you see...
i thought i could break me
and mold me and shape me
i thought i knew wiser

but i found i know little
of living or dying
when death's all the meaning
the ones left behind
should be mourned.

i saw my face in the man that
we buried
but maybe there was more to
him than that...