Wine

One day I had a conversation with myself about how scary it is to love people because one day we have to grieve them leaving. This is the stance I have on that fear.

Do not grieve me

For my death means I lived 

And what a pleasure it was to know you 

We spill our hearts onto another

Knowing we depart 

Only leaving a stain 

I wear all white 

Anticipating a spill 

Get a bottle of wine 

Dose me til I'm all red