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Just Me On Sunday
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,
And my thoughts.
©Catherine M. Harris 18/3/1985