Daisy Poem by Meghan Fenwick-Boland

Everything's gone bad, my love.
I'm a fool;
I didn't realize that the past
Was being thrown together into a mix—
That our relationship was something that could
Meld, form, and harden,
Until it was placed in front of me on a dish.
It could become something inedible, disastrous,
And shrunken and bitter,
Like a lump of cinder.

I thought that we were tied tight,
Like rigging on a ship,
Not bound by rope, but a diamond cord.

People say it's never too late to change;
Then why does it feel like it is?

You found somebody new,
The Sun to your Daisy,
Who's become a structural wall in your house.
And I've become a fixture,
A piece of old furniture
That's lost its shine and glamour, and fallen out
Without much notice.