She loved bees,

But she ran away from them whenever they approached her.

It was cute, how she squealed and screeched as they chased her around the garden. 

She was so foolish,

In love with what terrified her.

Every morning she would peer through the window from her room just to catch a glimpse of the bees starting their day of work.

I loved the way her crooked smile appeared as the buzzing workers flew in and out of their hive.

She was so cute…

 

I still see that smile whenever I wake up.

I peer out the window, just as she used to.

The bees don’t come by here, anymore.

The neighbors had the tree cut down.

 

I really miss her, and that crooked smile of hers.

She went away after her father passed.

She couldn’t love the bees as much as she had loved them before.

Well,

She couldn’t really love anything after that…

 

I really miss her…

I hope she has bees to love, where she is.

I hope they continued to chase after her.