The Other Side of the Hill

by Samantha Sabio 5 months ago in sad poetry

The one I didn't have the courage to climb.

The Other Side of the Hill

About a mile away from my house, there’s this hill,

tall and magnificent,

that rises up from the ground

the same way that when I’m swimming, the water breaks

every time I gasp for air.

Almost like it was dropped there

by a child in his playroom,

or like a penny from your pocket.

Like it wasn’t supposed to be there.

* * *

I used to drive by it all the time,

wondering what it must be like on the other side.

I would wonder if there was a lost city

with treasures hidden behind crumbling pieces of ruin

or a field of the wildest animals,

playful and free, hungry for adventure.

Or maybe I would find the very edge of the world,

a place where falling hurts,

where loneliness revels in silence.

* * *

I thought about driving up there once,

just to see what it was like.

To see if maybe it was high enough for me to touch

the edge of the brightest star.

I thought about it. So many times.

But I just kept driving.

Instead watching its majesty

slowly disappear from my review mirror.

Another time, maybe. The right time.

* * *

I’ve been a lot of different places now,

crossed a lot of brides,

climbed a lot of hills.

But whenever I come back home,

I think about stopping at our favorite restaurant,

the schoolyard where I should’ve begged you to dance with me,

the garden rooftop where I first grasped a glimpse

of what it might be like to hold your heart in my hands.

Just to see what you must look like now,

on the other side of it all.

I think about it. So many times.

But I just keep driving.

sad poetry
Samantha Sabio
Samantha Sabio
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Samantha Sabio

A young writer who spends most of her time writing in coffee shops or planning her next adventure. For more of my work, check out my self-titled blog at



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