Someday It Will Be Sunday

I Stood and Waited
I strolled very slowly
It was Sunday and fine.
I was not but it was Sunday
I needed time.
I stood by your grave
It was Sunday and dry.
I had tears but it was Sunday
I wondered why.
I started to cry
It was Sunday and was allowed.
I came alone but it was Sunday
and I screamed out loud.
Why did you go
Choose another day.
I miss you so
and I someday it will be Sunday.

Published August 13, 2010 Write a comment
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Bob Blackwell
Sad, and I guess everyday now will be Sunday. Interesting but moving poem
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