The cold March rain is falling outside

Slate grey sky on a slate grey street

On this Sunday afternoon I'm alone

Just me, the guitar and my thoughts.

Inside, how often I've felt like this day

This chill, it freezes my veins

I'd love to just sit down and cry

But I don't, 'cause there's me,

The cats and my guitar, here

On this Sunday afternoon.

I don't want to think of you,

But I do

I know you won't phone, and what

Would I say to you anyway?

I'd like to say that I miss you today

That I long to sleep softly in your arms,

With the afterglow of love lingering on in my slumber

Soft music playing, basking in sunshine within.

I can't remember the last time we did that

Though the yearning is alive in me still.

But I'm here all alone, another rainy Sunday

Just me, my guitar and the cats.

You say perhaps some other day

We can play like two people who love

Yet today you are busy, tomorrow you're tired,

The next day you're busier still.

The spare time we have is spent endlessly talking

And hey, just look at the time!

Well, see you tomorrow, perhaps we can then

If this long today would ever end.

And so I am here, alone in my room

On a cold rainy Sunday in March,

Just me,

My guitar,

And my thoughts.

©Catherine M. Harris 18/3/1985