Morning

I wake up in mourning,
for the love that we lost.

It passed away for an unknown cause.

I mourn for you,
and I mourn for me.
I mourn for the mornings you could have spent with me.
I mourn for the days when the sun doesn't rise,
because the clouds spread the shadow of sadness and despise.
I mourn for her not knowing what she doesn't know.
Also for you not believing you could let her go.
For me hoping I could love again.
I mourn because the morning doesn't feel like a new beginning,
but a reoccurring end.