A chain
Of daisies
Of memories
Of thoughts going around
Until they encircle the here and now
I remember one she once made
When I hardly knew her
When she was
A mystery
To me

Of course she still is
She will always be
The best kind of mystery
Like a book with a different ending
And a different middle
But always the same beginning
That starts with a moment of surprise
And the joining of daisies