Dear faded daisy,
your life was yellow in
my palm. Her eyes were
green as the breathing trees

We played on the beach and
thought in the sand,
often touching under the
deep electric land

Nothing moved, my hand
crested her hip, there
was only I & Her.
Only you.

I melted deep into her pores.
Peered out her open eyes, saw
fog rolling over the curve
of my skin.
Saw my teeth sprout grass, my eyes
we’re smooth rocks. I was nowhere
but there, being bathed in
like the summer sun.

Soon after, like a roving cloud,
She passed, watched me wilt
like curling flames in hot wax with no
wick left to burn. The winds blew fast,
crumbled my stone face and tore my root.
The daisy in my thumb
wrinkled dim.
I didn’t say a word -- as
quiet as the stars above.
She won’t be back so
I wait, sitting on a bench
from far away.
Fading with you, my white daisy.