Sunday Morning Lament

Sunday morning was always my favorite time of the week Lying silently next to you Listening to you breath as you sleep Outside the world was slowly coming to life While here safe in our sanctuary I lay contented beside you My lover, my best friend, my soul mate, my wife The whole day before us to bask in the warmth of our love These rooms were our country , our Elysium We had no need for any heaven above But since you left Sundays are hell 24 empty hours in which to lament my empty life without you In this cold and empty apartment