You look at me in a way that you never have before.

‘Can I ask you a question?’

I smile and laugh, didn’t you just ask one.

You smile and shake your head, ‘what’s your favorite flower?’

I don’t have to think about it.

Daisies.

We’re in the car and it’s our third date.

Suddenly we come to a stop and you get out.

You come over to my door and open it.

That’s when I notice we’re at a flower shop.

Inside you ask the clerk where he keeps the daises.

They’re out he says.

You look at me and then back at the clerk.

‘But you see here sir, this girl loves daisies and I love her.’

Love.

In that moment I thought I knew what love felt like.

No one had ever told me they loved me and I believed him.

We left that day without any flowers.

Sometimes I think back on that day and wonder,

If they had daisies would all of this had turned out differently?

Now.

Now I’m like a daisy.

Once so full of life during the heat and summer,

I’m wilted and thrown aside.

Dead under the blanket of snow.