Life is Okay.

she leans down and
prys the daisy from the ground
feeling nostalgic with her "he loves me" and
"he loves me not"
petal after petal all she wants is an answer
and
is that so much to ask?
the final petal drops to the ground
he loves me
and somewhere deep down
she
knows she knew it all along
too sheepish
too blind
too childish to really see; she
believes
it and she imagines his
breath on her cheek and his
whispers in her ear and his
melodic guitar chords serenading
her
and she feels everything
and she feels nothing at all
and everything around her
sings out with
life
and beauty
and she is dancing in circles and
her eyes are stars they
are diamonds she
is
elated and he comes into the
meadow and God is
smiling down on her and nothing
has ever made her feel more
okay.