I'm Sorry

Dear Hannah,

You were a field of daffodils.

I read you the words of Wordsworth,

In hopes you could see the light you cast on me.

The way the sunset was warming our fingertips.

Hannah, you told me I filled the space,

The way bubbles capture attention and smiles.

But you were wrong,

I was a dandelion.

Beautiful and simple.

Close your eyes and tell me your deepest wish,

Then a small gush of wind will carry me away

And my seeds spread across the fields, filling the space.

Slowly, I will float and glide

Soon out of sight and forgotten.

I am a weed - invasive and destructive

To the sweet beautifuls deeply rooted.

You mistook me for a flower

Everyone did, even myself.

Then you saw my ensnaring web-

Ignorantly, I continued to spread my simple hurt.

I killed all the daffodils.

Then mutiny, my simple hurt cast on myself.

Till I choked all the dandelions

Fingertips become cold, my roots dying.

Spring brought the rebirth of your daffodils,

Floral fragrance drifted my way-

I was thawing.

I was growing into another.

My destructive path became overgrown,

Covered in vines and technicolor florals.

You warmed my roots, entwining my fingertips in yours

Seeds became petals, soft and smooth.

I could be a dandelion,

Precious and poisonous.

Or I could be a daisy,

Fragile and endearing.

Then the daisies and daffodils

Grow side by side

Fields of light, amiable roots.

My fingertips are no longer cold.

Love,

Kerstin