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
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