I had never made a pie,
but this was the one
you always ordered.

I found a recipe,
and either walked or
biked to the store-

I only recall 
hoping regular limes 
would do the trick.

It did not quite
hang together, 
and the color was off,

but oh that crust –
butter, graham crackers!
Prettily filling the Pyrex.

You drank too much
on your birthday
to give it a taste,

and the next night,
I was saving it for you
to try, to see I tried, but

he cut a jagged slice,
proclaimed it sour,
and tossed the whole thing.

I never knew
if you even recalled
that I made it.