Daisies

Last night I dreamt of you again

Grinning boyishly when I finally found you

Behind the counter of the record store

Telling me you’d been there this whole time.

As though you never disappeared.

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I picked a couple daisies today.

And then reminded of you, I picked some more.

And then more and more and more

To somehow fill that empty space inside me.

Remember that time you came home with daisies?

I thought you’d picked them for me and you laughed.

You said you picked them with her and that they were to remind you of the day.

I watched those daisies in the mason jar on our counter for a week.

White daisies with perfect orange yolks happily gazing towards the sun,

Then drooping.

Then dead.

I threw them out the window.

Then I moved out too.

I could never shake the image of you in the field of daisies with her

Picking and picking and picking until you couldn’t hold anymore.

Pretending to love someone else instead of loving me.

And I was so good to you…

God, so much time has passed and still that achy feeling.

Today I gave the bouquet of daisies to my daughter.

Someone who will never question my love,

Whose heart I will not break,

Whose heart I pray will never be broken like mine was

That day you brought home daisies.

Today was a day of bittersweet nostalgia, and I am thankful for my space to share this with you. ~ Melodie

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