by J. Lee M.

Created on: October 14, 2010

So many years of Sundays gone past since you've been gone

Still your essence lingers in the place which you belong

Just outside the window; beyond the shallow lawn

Your shadow lurks within the trees; to which that I am drawn

Eyes well up; heartbeat pounds; sounds of silent tears

Grasping for a would be reality; a lifetime worth of fears

I must leave this sinful place and its memories far behind

And rid my mind of the glorious Sundays which weigh heavily on my mind

To a place in which you do not lurk upon the hateful ground

Where the love we lost is signaling in each silent and deafening sound

Once again a Sunday will ring with the call of love and faith

And until that long lost Sunday my soul will have to wait

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