As the light peeks through

7am, sound asleep next to me you once laid. Now I’m up all night, in this lonely bed I made The same question racks my brain,..every time I see the sun What made myself feel the need,..to go and jump the gun People tend to believe things always happen for a reason And I can’t help but to think that reason, was just selfish self-treason. The thought of you, disrupts my breath. Then quickly wanders to the day of our “death”. I just wish there were things I could say or do. To get that 7am back next to you,..as the light peeks through