Daisies

 For Scotty, who believed in me.

Daisies

Did you smell it on me

Or

Did you see it in my face?

It’s hard to breathe

But that’s okay.

Are you standing there

Or

Did you appear from nowhere?

It’s hard to breathe

But that’s okay.

Will you push me now

Or 

Was I always going to fall?

It doesn’t matter

Because that’s okay.

I’ll kick them up,

All of those daisies.