Je Suis Triste

I came to you in the shadows
But you are nothing but a shadow,
When I am left grasping the past

I came to you in the evening
But where do you go in the evening,
When I am left clutching my shame?

I came to you in the morning
But why do you weep in the morning,
When I am left picking up glass?

I came to you in the twilight
But why do you leave in the twilight,
When I am left kneeling in the rain?

I came to you in the shadows
But then, you are nothing but a shadow
And so, I am left to forget the past