This thing,
it suits you,
but she swallowed
and wiped away her glow
the blues, they suit you too
There’s a pill for everything
a pill for happiness
a pill for madness
a pill for killing.
I grow tired of getting older
I no longer want to do these things,
make these decisions,
but at least we can drink wine together.
I tell her she looks pretty
in her bare feet
and long dress
I love her still,
but the loss has touched me too.