DEPRESSION BEGAN THE HOUR OF OUR LEAVING by Michael H. Brownstein

DEPRESSION BEGAN THE HOUR OF OUR LEAVING

Depression began the hour of our leaving,

Hanging onto us both claw and fury, nail and mist

And still we worried each other still believing

Depression began the hour of our leaving

Holding us captive to a vast simple grieving

As if everything we held onto an empty list.

Depression began the hour of our leaving,

Hanging onto us both claw and fury, nail and mist.