Petals

I pull at the petals, one by one

The daisy keeps its silence

The air is heavy, the light won’t stay

I still ask the question anyway

Him—he lingers in the quiet

Him—he moves and the world tilts

I’m still counting, still tearing pieces down

Just to know if he’ll be around

The floor is scattered with stems and white

It looks like snowfall under glass

I try to stop, but the hand won’t rest

Every answer cuts, every answer mends

Him—he lingers in the quiet

Him—he moves and the world tilts

I’m still counting, still tearing pieces down

Just to know if he’ll be around

If I close my eyes, the room won’t change

Only the question fades away

Him—he lingers in the quiet

Him—he moves and the world tilts

I’m still counting, still tearing pieces down

Just to know if he’ll be around