Sunday
That day has so many meanings
To me

You were that day
You forgot
You looked at me weird
And I was heartbroken

Sunday I saw you at
Church. You were singing a hymn.
She texted you.
You know me now.
You wanted to get to know me.
What made me tick?
You

We took our time.
We used up our time
Talking to each other
Becoming one another in the
Deepness of Dark

Then you asked me if I was going?
Yes
But you didn't know that
I was going for
You

Sundays are supposed to be
About God
But I made them about you

You filled my world
You never left me alone
And I never felt
Lonely

Now fast forward
It's summer
You ask me again
I say yes
Again for you
She asks
Do you like her?

You didn't know
It was a Sunday

I had you right where I wanted you
But
Distance tears us apart
But I never noticed
Still blinded by my thoughts

You didn't need me
Anymore. But I needed
You.

Sundays are no longer filled with
Thoughts of You

Today I start anew.