planted our daisy garden
the summer after we bought our first house?
You told me like the everlasting daisies
that will grow new each year,
our love will burn forever
(He loves me.)
Now my hair matches
the snow on the ground outside
and the patch of land where
our garden once was
is now as barren as my heart
but I have saved one last daisy
because I need to know the truth
and so I gently pluck the last
withering petal
off its broken stem and whisper
(He loves me not.)
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