onemorning

ępoeta mors

 

One morning you told me
that you were in grief,
one morning you noticed
that you didn't believe.
 
   
  One morning you decided,
there is no next day to see,
one morning you decided,
to stand right next to me.
   
One morning in November,
you wanted to part,
one morning in your life,
it hit you really hard.
 
   
  One morning is a sunshine,
one morning is a knife,
one morning is a tear
that made you take your life.