LimeTree,

breezy breezy sundays in your backyard.
i remember them.
the grass was bright green and cold,
just like your eyes.
you said we are no more important than trees,
you are the lime tree.
you'd say.

you lived with your grandparents back then,
Nanniebob made the best macaroni and cheese.
but then your mom came back home.
and wanted you to live with her again.
you hated your mom, but you moved back in with her.
and you said it was great.
you said.

you had a boyfriend then,
his name was Blake.
Blake was your first.
i remember us laying on your bed listening to Midtown,
when you told me.
you started crying but you told me you were happy.
thats what you told me.

you used to party a lot then,
with all of Blakes older friends.
you used to tell me about all the crazy stuff that would happen.
knocking on my window at 3 in the morning,
smelling like alcohol and smoke and chemicals.
you usually slept in my bathroom when you got sick.
you told me you didnt want to wake up your mom and her boyfriend, because they needed the sleep.
thats what you'd say.

i heard you screaming one night.
you were laying outside my door.
thankfully i was the only one home that night.
you were sweaty, and very very pale.
you felt cold.
you were too heavy to drag inside, so i started crying and ran for the phone.
the ambulance said to stay on the line, but i dropped the phone.
"Baby bird, it will be all right. when you jump there is always the chance you'll catch the wind and fly away."
thats what you said.



then you shut your eyes.