April

A girl

A girl with auburn hair

A girl who didn't care

She put on bright lipstick

She wore an orange dress

She walked in heeled brown boots

All everywhere

She painted the town

If anyone says that anymore

She would write a book

Of all she saw that night

Before the ledge

She started happy

With a smile

But then the darkness clawed at her

She met depression

In the cafe

As he told her why she should not be here

As she cried

She looked into the churning water

The color of the sky

Tears in her eyes

"Get down." A voicec called gently

To which the girl replied "What?"

"Get down April." The voice spoke yet again

April fell back

Auburn hair flying wildly

Tears stinging her eyes

"Shh, June is here."