It was a good day.
It was a happy day.

The sun was shining
and the sky was so blue.
There just wasn't a cloud to be seen.
You walked in a beautiful park,
where there was this giant tree,
that stood tall
and proud
in the center of the park.
It's foliage was a deep green color,
and a slight breeze made the leaves quiver,
seeming to dance with excitement.
For summer was here once more.

It was a great day.
It was an interesting day.

You walked right up to the tree,
you stared at it.
You remember when this tree was planted.
How long ago could that have been?
You could hardly remember.
But it was beautiful now,
grown up and in it's prime,
like someone you know.
Someone who deserved to be here too.
But where were they?
And you wonder where your memory has gone.

It was a lovely day.
It was a ruined day.

Summer time many years ago,
you were there
and so was she.
How much have you forgotten
about the thing that ripped you up inside,
piece by piece.
Until you were nothing but a quilt,
torn apart at the seams.
You had to sit down now.
As the memories flowed back to you,
growing steadily stronger
like the wind blowing the leaves.

It was a windy day.
It was a tortured day.

The wind seemed to pick up,
leaves were falling off the tree,
spiraling downwards
to join you in your sudden misery.
You were crying now,
but why?
Where is your mind now?
It's as lost as she is,
as lost as she was.
You know you won't get your mind back,
just like how she will never return,
won't come back to this world.

It was a rainy day.
It was a terrifying day.

She was never returning to you,
six feet under,
not coming back up.
What took her away?
Do you remember?
Of course you remember,
it's something you won't ever forget.
The branches above you shifted and snapped,
the wind made them sway,
just like she did,
when she last visited
this tree.

It was a cold day.
It was a miserable day.

You remembered why you never come here anymore.
Too many memories consume you.
It was a summer day as you remember,
and she told you to meet by the tree,
the tree you planted when you both were young.
It was now a beautiful tree,
full of life and green leaves.
You remember seeing her figure
gently swaying in the breeze.
Except she shouldn't have been swaying,
the wind wasn't that strong,
and you prayed to God that this wasn't real.

It was a beautiful day.
It was a traumatic day.

It was the early morning,
the sun was rising,
her figure was glowing around the edges.
It would have been a beautiful sight,
you could have pretended she was dancing,
as she swayed with the gentle breeze.
She had to be dancing,
she always seemed to never touch the ground anyways.
Why walk in reality
when she could float above the ground.
But her feet were floating indefinitely,
and you had to cut her down.

and all that she left behind was a note.

It was a good day
It was a happy day
It was a great day
It was an interesting day
It was a lovely day
It was a ruined day
It was a windy day
It was a tortured day
It was a rainy day
It was a terrifying day
It was a cold day
It was a miserable day
It was a beautiful day
It was a traumatic day
It was the day I lost my mind
...
It was the day you lost your mind too.