Sunday

Sunday Happy Sunday, said a lady, the telephone switched on. Lady, far, but here, she lives in London, me too, alone. Distance given, we will never meet, friendship leaves Gone. My life is weekdays. I have no weekend, never. No off Sunday is empty, Saturday is empty, the bench is empty, off No problem. I need only a touch from a woman's hand Gone. No life, it’s not exists, everything is an illusion, reality on and off. An English woman ruined my life, my soul is faraway, gone. God, please give me a good chance. I need a woman Romance is gone. Reality February 04, 2024