Baby I’m a wildflower who grew in your garden,
among the orchards and the snowdrops from the winter.
I was your lucky little weed.
A daisy whose petals you could pluck at
to figure out who you loved.
Dreamt with me tangled up in your golden grown.
Kept me on a chain, wrapped around your wrist.
Or maybe I was a dandelion,
you blew out into the wind
longing for something else.
But you wasted your wishes on a dream,
lost your breath on an unwanted thing.
Until I was gone