SUNDAYS...

Her heavy heart aches for the memory of you lingers...
The burning from unrequited the love so strong
Was no more...Oh for the Sundays of long ago...
When joy overflowed and sorrow and pain they
Did not exist--the light in her eyes was the
Smile in thine own oblivious to all wanting
Naught save you always...
You parted one day unknowingly, no thought
Was to the pain empaled on her...
The magic disappeared an life had no price to
End it was all envisioned...
Save you her love now gone from her??
Sundays once were fun time knew no bounds,
And laughter was excessive...but you left her
Wanting--hurting--and questioning Why? Why Her?
The pure unfiltered love was it not enough
For thee...?
Her heart aches with a pain so deep. A wound
Unbearable the flickering hope laid grasping the
Dark ashes only a smile, a touch, a word from
You could heal her wounds and set her free...
To love to sing and be joyful again...
Is this too much to ask of you her friend...?
Sundays once were happy the memories set her
Free, to languish is to damn one's self and
Empanel homes wrath on thee...
Sundays cannot be memories because now...
She's free....