a sunday afternoonA Poem by Lydia Shutterartwork courtesy of pinterest it's a sunday afternoon you always liked sundays i start to sing your favorite song but i forget the lyrics after the first line lately i can't even picture your face well, i do remember your eyes i remember those the most because i see them in the mirror every day you always said i had your eyes there is a private grief i feel on days like this inexplicable after all these years you taught me to embrace the changes in life because even the bad ones are good lessons but sometimes, on sundays, it is so hard i try to find a sign that you are up there with the rest of the ones i miss a penny on the street an eyelash on my cheek a kiss of a scent you see it's the nostalgia the longing for what once was and can never be again i grab a bit of warmth from the sun remembering how warm the atmosphere once was on a sunday afternoons
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