I can’t remember when I gathered these thoughts
It was sometime when I was sadder than I am now
When I was a little bit more lost than I ever was
Was it last year or the year before?

It squeaked about my grandmother
And about what I write
I wrote it out of rage and sadness
Something about my depression that created my addiction
It was in a September or an October?

I walked slower then
Kept my head down lower then
I never want to think about the pain I had been in
I can’t quite remember
But I wrote with passion and grace

It was unstrung thoughts
Words that will always come from the mind’s eyes
If only I could remember

I thought about things then as I do now
The world always brought people down after it made them high
I had been so low
I am only now slowing climbing back up

When I wrote it was all slow and fast
Both at the same time
I want to remember
Something tells me I never will
Why do I think it was on a Tuesday?

It was a short paragraph
Maybe about my first hurrah
Or my last farewell