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Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.
 
Thirty-First Entry
Tags: family music friends dance love kids life
Pick me up when I'm let down and put me on your
shoulder like the child you've protected all these years.
Look, see there, a small sound escapes your lips and duck
before we get to the low ceiling.

Harry was always the most popular boy wherever he went. Unlike Rev and I, he had other friends that clung to him, that needed him for support and invited him to parties. If Rev and I hadn't had him, we would never have been invited anywhere. Harry was the sportsman, he had was always muscular and strong, always won awards at small banquets hosted by cocky coaches. Harry had girls following him all the time. Small and cute girls who liked to talk about how fat they were, who liked to put on lipstick in the mirror and see how cigarettes looked between their lips. Rev and I laughed at all the girls Harry had gathered around him.

Harry was quiet in school. He hardly spoke unless spoken to, was only loud around his closest of friends. He laughed nervously when girls flirted with him, he hated the fact that his friends only talked about sports. He used to tell me (when I was dating Rev) that he would one day quit everything and drop out of school. Then, perhaps everyone will leave me alone. I'll take you with me, Pigeon.

As we got older, Harry became the wise man. He would talk to cops when we were seen drinking or smoking around town, he would convince Rev's parents not to ground him when he did something stupid. Every now and again, Harry would talk to our schoolmasters and tell them that we had been terribly sick and that was why we hadn't come to school in a couple of weeks. Once in awhile he would look at me strangely and I wasn't able to pinpoint why my insides were churning.

Two days after I broke up with Rev ( I was sixteen years old), I went to a club by myself with my fake ID and danced with toffs who gave me drinks. Rev and Harry had been looking for me all weekend, but I had decided I was going to free myself from both of them. I was quite off--some boy even had to help me sit down on a barstool. I had been dancing all night and my face was red, my eyes scalding ice blue. I remember seeing Rev amongst a myriad of figures and thinking to myself, I have to run away! I headed towards the door, trying to make sure I wasn't seen. As I reached the exit sign, someone gently grabbed my arm. Where're you goin, Pidge, eh? What's the matter? It was Harry and even in the loudest of rooms he was using a soft voice. I don't wanta see him, I thought was a good enough answer. Right then, and Harry led me outside. Don't worry you don't have to talk to him, he said, soothing me and letting me rest my head on him. It's all right, Pidge. It'sn't your fault everyone's fallen in love with you. I remember laughing. You aren't in love with me, I said, teasing. Oh, yes I am, Harry responded. I've been longer than anyone else. He was sincere. I fell asleep on his shoulder and woke up in my own bed the next day, under my covers.

We started dating. We swore we'd get married. We had two children within a year and a half.

But he's never changed.

It isn' t that sort of time to be thinking you're rot,
It's time to be thinking you love me, yeah?
Look at your watch.
Well, wasn't I right?



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