Dandelion Picking

Whoosh
Goes the wind and all
My memories of
You

Chirp
Go the birds
Along with the
Beat of my broken
Heart

Whenever I choose
To think about
You, my darling
It’s dandelion
Picking

Because for some
Reason, once I start to
Reminisce
About all the bright and
Sunny memories
We’ve had, I can’t
Stop

You’re a bright
Flower,
My dear
One that started
To die as soon
As I picked you
Up out of the
Ground, where you
Belong