She's Gone and I'm Lost

18 | the poems

dedicated to Lopez_42 because she wrote this really awesome short story called "The Girl Who Couldn't Hear". you guys should check it out :)

18 | the poems

January 1st | 4:09 pm

I walked up the stairs without a backwards glance at my mother. I heard her sigh and walk back to the kitchen. My feet seemed heavy as they carried me up the stairs, I felt guilty. And I didn't know why. When I got to my room, I fell backwards onto my bed. It felt good to be home. It felt stable. I felt a sharp corner dig into my ribcage, and I remembered the journals that were tucked beneath my jacket.

Sitting up, I unzipped my jacket and removed the two notebooks. One was black and the other was blue. I opened the black notebook first. The first page was labeled "'Annabel Lee' by Edgar Allan Poe."

'It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee-

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!-that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes