mamabunny

A door isnt a door if its ajar.


And really, what do you say.
This is my house
These were your dreams
and everythings changed.

I thought i saw you there in the dark. I always think i see you. Especially when the wind is thick, and the half moon cradles the stars. My sister screamed when she saw 'our' fire. Now the burnt wood and the plastic that melted; so small in comparison, leads me to your last breath.
We are planting a tree on your birthday. Grandma said it was expensive, but it was perfect; the red bud tree. It will come into bloom in March and smell sweet with its heartshaped flowers through everyones saddness.
Everyone keeps saying,"she would have loved this." How could one possibly enjoy a tree that represents their death. Its not for you Jennifer, its for everyone else. Does it make them feel better that they say it is for you? It will be their new beginning, not yours. It will see the seasons change, and feel the touch of people who love it.
Send me a letter from that place of existing that does not exist here. Tell me what you want for your 18th other than my tears. Send me an echoing laugh.