The Light Found Me in the Morning

The light found me in the morning,
After the night flew by in five,
It betrayed me for ashes of regret
And for tears that parted our 'goodbyes.'

Can't remember what yesterday said,
Though I hear her laughs and cries,
For all I have left are simple echoes
Of vain and hapless tries.

Because I can't say that we didn't love,
When we gave and cried and died to each other
But this drought has proven much too strong
And there are still miles to go before the river.

I wished that we could fix
What perhaps was love's mischance,
And will a way to bound and mend
What was Anger's change of plans.

But if real love is for your better,
Then far be it for me to say
That in spite and because of my senselessness
I would have wanted you to stay.

I know I can't work this out all right,
Perhaps we're not meant to know,
Why even in one's own deepest pain
One just cannot let go.