It's Still Life

To Be A Daisy

Loves me.
Loves me not.

Her fingers unlock wish
after wish, and she says,

Absence has made my heart
grow fonder —

She’s waited out the white
months for my return.

You wish you may.
You wish you might.

And my summer days
fall all too easy.

Pluck me. Cut me.
Put me in your vase.

But love me,
and tease me not.

written to prompt at dVerse “To be a flower” ©️ Misky 2020