Push The Little Daisies

He was so young.
Head tilted toward the ground
Shyly extending his hand.
A bouquet,
For the first girl he ever loved.

Gathering the courage to look up,
He caught her eye.

At an age when dolls could pass the afternoon,
And the sound of ice cream trucks sent excitement
Down their still-growing spines,
- she did not understand the concept of love.
She did not understand what he asked of her.

So she ran.
And he was left alone.
With little boy tears,
And a handful of wilting daisies.

He awoke with a start.
A man; Not a boy.
Alone.
Life had cruelly passed him by.
But some things remained the same.

Love continued to run away.
Over and over in his mind.
And he would forever chase her,
With wilted daisies
And a hopeful heart.

The look in her eyes had haunted the boy,
And so haunted the man.