your love was a single daffodil
plucked bashful and gifted tough
to promise and to keep and to grow

it lived from the rainy windowsill
swayed to midnight playlists
inched towards your voice

but it was just
a single daffodil--

it's petals still bent in the shower

and it was only promised
until your breath came
loveless and wild,

it was kept only until
you told me
we had grown apart