Silent Sunday

silent sunday poem

When I’m with you, 
I get lost in the moment every time
You may not know it but
As we say goodbye I count the hours 
Wishing for the time I can be with you again

Waiting for you to say you feel the same
Feels like forever.
I’m not a patient person and that Sunday
I can no longer hold it

I grabbed your hand steel myself
Open my mouth, ready to confess
But then you say “What a silent Sunday”
And give that peaceful grinned
Yeah, yeah, I chickened out once again

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I'm a romance author and I blog music inspired stories, poems, micro-fictions, moments in life. I enjoy spending time outdoors, adore animals and travels a lot with my family. I like anything unusual and fun. CLICK HERE to read more about me or CLICK HERE to view my published books

36 thoughts on “Silent Sunday

    1. Thank you so much David ❤️
      I actually started writing poems only, it’s just that for some years now fiction have taken over my time. Still poem will be my first love. 🙂

    1. I’m glad you liked it. I’m sure your vocabulary is expanding every time you read and write. I too still try to do the same, it’s a bit hard to feel if I’m doing a good job though, sometimes I feel like words just bounce off instead of sticking to my brain 😂

      1. Oh come on, stop pretending, we both know you’re holding a grudge against me for giving you threats haha

      1. Heck, I knew Methuselah when he was just a kid! 😇 (aside: ever read the lyrics to the old 1930s blues number, “It ain’t necessarily so”?

        “Methuselah lived for 900 years.
        Methuselah lived for 900 years.
        But who calls that livin’
        When no gal is givin’
        To a man with 900 years.”)

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