Dashiel,

I am glad i am back and i am glad to see ypu have written a new poem :).

Your life is complicated and you feel like you don't belong anywhere. Especially in this persons life, there seems to be a lot of guilt here. You "trampled" the daffodil in your life whom you charished dearly.

There is always a mystery connected to someones life. Struggling against an oceans current. This is a wonderful poem, full of tragic absences. I would also like to point out a few things.

" There's something about
late afternoon sunlight,
like they are made of poetry,
dandelions,
and the memories of you
walking away from me..."

^ this stanza

I think the word "like" throws off the flow of the sentence.

In my opinion only,

I would rewrite it a little and say:

"There's something about
late afternoon sunlight,
dandelions are made of poetry,
and memories of you
walking away from me..."

But great poem none the less :) hugs

A moving piece of poetry, written in a beautifully delicate style.

SL

So lovely, such beautiful descriptive of lost love and nature, it just flows so smoothly. Well done-