Pushing Daisies

I remember you sitting cross legged      
pulling petals from daisies      
chanting that old rhyme your mother taught you      
and how your face lit      
when the last petal told you what you'd wished for      
then just to make sure      
you'd pick another one and start over      
     
I recall our first kiss      
how we'd learned to breathe each other      
so we could keep our lips touching longer      
and how our hands moved      
slow and nervous, almost afraid of ourselves      
     
news always travelled quickly in our town      
but nobody had a clue      
what he'd been doing to you at night       
not 'til you wrote it down      
then took yourself away from it all      
bled out, hung high, drip dried      
they said you died with your eyes wide open      
     
we'd promised each other our eternities      
you looked into my eyes and lied      
Christ, why couldn't you just tell me      
confide, instead of running away from it all      
     
it's such a damn tragedy      
here's me, sitting cross legged      
pulling petals off daises      
chanting the old rhyme that your mother taught you      
then tracing my fingers over the golden letters  
etched into the cold marble     
because the last petal says that you loved me