Happy Valentine's Day!

Chapter 10: Seven

my dearest anne,

one summer, i was seven, i went to the mountains
in my neighbor's house lived a monster
every night and day was a nightmare
shouting, banging, and cursing
screaming, pleading, and crying
was the terrible music they play

there in the mountain i met a girl,
by the shining lake was a small figure
with her was a wooden bucket
she wore ragged clothes with torn out pieces
her hat filled with dead flowers was like a folklore,
her hair's decoration was like the primeval forrest in winter

though her dress was out of fashion
and though she was a mess
on her face was the sweetest smile i've ever seen
she climbed the tree, she was high in the sky
she fell and she cried ferociously
and then, she was wrapped by envious green vines

i heard the terrible music play
her mother threw her out
and on the white pavement she sat,
her clothes disintegrated,
her hat torn apart
her hair was as messy as the autumn leaves in november

she smiled as tears fell down her soft cheeks
she stood and took my hand
she climbed the tree
and sang so beautifuly,
"do you ever stop and think about me?"
had i been smarter, i would've said "I do"

we sat by the lake
she talked continously
her eyes were shining like the stars in the sky
her imagination was so vast
that it was enough for the both of us
her dreams were so big, it was unreachable

though her life was as dark as their house
and though she withered in the darkness
fearing the strong hands of her mother,
she embraced the warmth of a burning star
she knew she should leave
but her mother wanted her forever

then i left my dearest friend
i sent a message every day
palaces of paragraphs
and lakes of sentences
but i recieved not a single letter
i received not even a peice of her

i told her to go with me
to bathe in cliffside pools with me
to cry on top of every cliff's edge
to pack her dress and dolls
to live forever in india
i told her that i love her and i always will

she screamed with bliss
she screamed "yes!"
she begged her mom till her voice cracked
till her bone broke and her body bled
her mother tried to take every bit of hope
every bit of dreams
but she was persistent and consistent

i said, "meet me at m i d n i g h t
let's put an end to your sleepless years
and to your horrendous past
let's go to india
and we'll live forever
and our live will be passed in
like folklore
and i'll love you
for evermore

forevers yours,
fitzgerald atwood montgomery