DAISY

Loneliness is worn like a shroud

Covering the soul, and

Without you, I say, my heart barely beats.

Such drama, you say. Ridiculous!

But such is truth.

We are walking through a field of wildflowers,

Within a shimmering mist.

You pluck a yellow daisy

(he loves me, he loves me not) and

Proceed to shred it.