Squeals echoed throughout the neighborhood.
Running along the side of the house was a girl.
She was young, her beautiful hair curled with blond,
whose only fear in the world was her mom
finding her Crayola artwork on her bedroom wall.
Chasing after her, not far behind
was a boy;
bigger, and stronger,
whose only fear was the bee that stung him last week.
He was only trying to kiss her.
He had to, he was triple doggy dared.
This same boy was outside of her bedroom window,
pebbles from her garden weighing in his pockets.
One after another they left his hand
each on begging to apologize.
With the tap of each rock on the window
Came a memory.
Of the yelling, the tears,
and the lies she repeated to him over and over,
when she said she didn’t love him.
A mascara tear streamed down her cheek.
But this time it was a tear of joy.
The white dress, her father by her side,
the man at the altar she saw through her veil
was the man she vowed to love, years longer than eternity.
