Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Mountain Hill

It was that time when
we snuck out of the house
to lie on the top of Mountain Hill
even though it really wasn't a mountain
just to look at the big glass dome
and you told me
that one day all the little white spots would melt together
and that would be eternity
and I asked what if all the black melted instead
and all the white was gone
then you told me there would be at least one spot left
and that would be the one
that led me home
and I believed you

He broke the clasp on
my grandmother's pearl necklace
when he was kissing me
and I wasn't really kissing back
I was remembering the night when
you broke the catch on my backyard fence
when you came to my window to sneak out
at 3 a.m.
on a Tuesday
in July

And we lay on Mountain Hill
and you told me things would change but
you would always love me
and I said I'd always love you back
and then things changed the way you said
and I still loved you
but you didn't remember
despite all the things you told me
on Mountain Hill
that I believed

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