Before I Go

And I woke up this morning, met with some kinda sad.
Supposed to be the happy sort of day,
But it wasn't yet to be.
Never expecting it, to be quite so bad.
Such a little thing really, but oh why?
Did I fleet across your mind,
As you left me out?
Did I, lasted a second,
Before you strike it off?
You are my bucket of regrets
That just got poured over my head
And now it seems that, yeah,
You were always swirling in my mind.

Now I depart with swabs of grey clouds above me
Maybe up north the wind will whisper
And a rainbow cast for this journey.