Not that I don"t remember
how you stood in the hallway
and looked at me from away
filling my heart with an amber
like yellowness of sorrow
until that day we’d always been daisy like
in a naturally popped up joy
unexpectedly there like daisies
through many different colors
shining easily in all seasons
truly sunny and funny
and  all cheerful
innocent and pure
Soothing, relaxing and healing
We were playful  “love me or not”daisies
When all were plucked, it was aways a “loves me”
That day when you stood there
everything turned amber
beautiful but cold
Enticing but distant
Graceful but still
like fossilized trees