To the lush daisy gardens, I go The farthest place from you that I know My freedom was what I chose Shortly after, your heart froze My fault for not giving you a clearer sign But all my displays to you were benign So, alone I searched for the beams of my mind But its collapsed architecture was all I could find Immense guilt because of a simple truth The sense of our doomed future I ignored in my youth But life and love are meant to be lived Freed my sense to be gone with the wind My annoyance and displeasure would spew Every waking second and whenever you'd call Because long before you ever boarded, I knew That we wouldn't make it anywhere at all
Essentially a part 2/outro to another poem about a certain relationship experience I had- I guess it's simply the "aftermath".