poem / the-dainty-daisy

On a dismal winter morning With wisps of mist billowing From my silence to your screams A heartbreak blooms—and I, the smoking gun without the fumes

Still, from afar I watched you Burrow into sands that knew Once tears of our love but Now shattered crystals—a mess Of erudite hopelessness

And bloom come spring you did Like a resplendent flower so candid Of tender petals and yellow heads You radiate love far and wide But I feel none of it but never cried

For as the world queued up to admire I shrank away and silently retire From your magnetic magnificence To mourn, ruefully, my hazy Doleful memories of a dainty daisy