Taking breaths like little pills

I know that I won’t need until

The sun goes down, the flower wilts

And thoughts turn into reading wills

All aligned and set to tunes

That we all know, even you

From the days when love was seldom used

And sank away, out from our view,

Like memories that have no meaning,

We’ll set them down, after grieving

The natural way we’d all been teething,

Biting down on a summer day’s last gleaming.