The Last of the Rising Day

Should the last of the rising day dawn
No more to celebrate small joys
Numbing senses to the fifth,
I would still wish to say
That I had loved you;
In whatsoever way
Love had been idealized
Or in howsoever way I thought
Love should have been.
Should the last of the rising day dawn
With no second chance to arrive
May you be comforted knowing
That I had no regrets
Despite everything being said.
Each journey we took
And the road that ended
Would never more change
A hundred thousand pieces over.
Should the last of the rising day dawn
I hope it would end with the most beautiful sunset.