DAISY

From a great distance,

my heart still skipped a beat

at the drip of your voice

into my longing ears.

I felt you vividly,

caught a glimpse of that exquisite face of yours,

only to learn it was fantasy

Still, I hold gratitude

Daisy,

one certain day

our roads will cross,

and I will not know what to do,

for you are not mine