Observation

We have learned to love with our hearts half open.
To drink our wine with mouths half-asleep.
To speak with tongues half-dead;
This is polite.
We move in a language that does not belong to us.
We are ghosts to our once-beloveds.
A certain brand of ennui has become a la mode.
We are cynics of the worst kind,
for we are bitter without having ever been sweet;
we are old without having ever been young.