Hilltop Girl

Originally wrote: July 2007
by Jesse Richardson
Inspired by someone I once knew: 

Hilltop Girl

Locals knew her as Hilltop girl, I knew her as a friend.

Quiet, sweet, shy, and strong.

So many things I wanted to tell her, too afraid.

I missed her since her departure to the hills, never to be seen again.

I strolled along the road hoping to see her behind her window.

Her blonde hair soft as cotton, precious as gold, free as a butterfly.

Memories of a weekend I won't forget, memories fallen away.

A smile so bright, to shine a city.

Kindness that warms a room with happiness.

I stopped to glance at the hilltop, a fortress of wonder.
Loneliness we shared, she never knew.

Wonder if she was ever told that she was special?

A piece of her was lost, lost into the clouds to never return.

A sister to never be seen, heard, or spoken to again.

A friend she needed.

Surrounded by trees, surrounded by an illness.

As I looked at her home, I wondered about her.

Wish I could have told her things were going to be fine, I'm here.

Wish I could have stepped back a bit, let her come to me.
Being too nice is a downfall.

Looking at the hilltop, she wasn't coming to me.

Teardrop of salt hit the ground.
Just a wish I had wished for.

To see her again, to make things right, to make them better.

Niceness can be a deadly weapon, to make others drift away.

Drift away as Hilltop girl has done.

As I walked around, mist from the clouds spoke.

I could hear her voice without being spoken to.

Never to be seen, never spoken to.
I wished. . . one last time.

To hug her, to say hi, to never say goodbye.

To do it all over again, I would change a few things.

Birds flew past her window as if to signal I was there.
A smile I saw through the window.
A gleam, a glow, a face.
A precious face I saw.

With a tear drop on my pillow, I woke up.
A dream.

That was all.
A hope.
That was all.

To see her again, a dream I had hoped for.

She was somebody that I us to know.