Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Only one woman knows of her return, and considering she hasn’t seen her again Evie should be more daunted by an entire gathering of faces new and old. Whether she is or not is not visible, the redhead picking her way down winding streambanks to the collection of tables with their gingham tops fluttering in the light breeze.
Love is a notion beyond her reach, akin to girlish memories and crushes, and she’s not much a follower of any god. Realistically only her curiosity is what prompts her to stay once the source of the enticing smell is discovered. Luckily that curiosity is undeniable force, and the apothecarist settles primly on her chosen seat without meeting anyone’s eyes. Who needs a reunion party or a welcome home? She’ll simply insert herself into the masses as if she’d never left.
Love is a notion beyond her reach, akin to girlish memories and crushes, and she’s not much a follower of any god. Realistically only her curiosity is what prompts her to stay once the source of the enticing smell is discovered. Luckily that curiosity is undeniable force, and the apothecarist settles primly on her chosen seat without meeting anyone’s eyes. Who needs a reunion party or a welcome home? She’ll simply insert herself into the masses as if she’d never left.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
