don’t say that you miss me
with her spit still on your tongue
pervading through everything
like poison from the finest black markets

so I’ll just sit here alone
on the floor of the swimming pool
wondering, watching, waiting
for memories to roll off my skin
in waves and little underwater whirlpools

maybe this little daisy
sitting in my windowsill
will grow faster towards the fire in the sky
with the tears that I’ve saved for now
and the fire still burning in my eyes

last night, I finally knew what to say
but you weren’t there to hear it
so I’ll recite it to my daisy
and maybe it’ll understand


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