SundayI remember waking up one morningSunday by *Lucid-Daydreamer
On a particular Sunday afternoon.
The room was silent and warm,
The kind of warm just after a
You were gone,
Like most days.
Our time apart felt like
Distance had distanced itself and dusk
Had drifted over the sun.
Like the air was crafted from brittle
Bone and leisure was that of a gift.
As far as gifts go I had none.
My time with you was more present than
Christmas morning on black friday
And I wasn't about to give that up.
Our love had permeated my body,
Encapsulating all I was.
Had a deeper love existed the drowning could
Breath and the starving feast like kings.
As far as the blind were conce