The Daisy Field

The Daisy Field

I walked past 

a daisy field

today—
a rock garden
casting shadows

on my head—
my heart

searched for you,
lost in a haze.

But this heart, 

you see,
this heart

still has problems
with the way

things ended—
left so suddenly—
so unprepared.

& who was I

to deny
your request

that you find rest
traveling

the many rivers
of our motherland,
not trapped

with worms & things

that crawl & squirm?

¡Pero coño, mami!
Would've been nice
to have a place

to visit you 
on lonelier days—
to think

about those too few years
we were granted

together.

Now, unless I fly

a thousand miles
to find

your beachfront

home, I'm left

to the sterile

corners 

of my room—

left to strain

for memories—
sometimes

I strain so hard
my tears burn

worse than the loss.