Daisy-chains lace a path that once held

the shadow of a prince on noble steel, a knight

in shining pick-up truck to whisk

away a heart in need. Leave

behind youth and sighs for the ride

to a castle full of dancing and flight.

The girl looks back as the white petals

fall. To love, or not to love?

Decisions made in haste, as pages

of the book flip past.

Lost among thorny differences,

sleeping silences, the daisy sits

on the mantle, ticking away the last

goodbye of the prince that never arrived.


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