Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning dressed
in suits and shades of black.
Sunday morning soft in Sunday best.
Sunday someone's never coming back here
to this place anymore.
Sunday morning stared
of rows of crowded pews.
Half or all asleep,
looking for a seat.
Sunday Morning waiting for a call from you
but didn't hear my phone ring.
Sunday Morning shook
me all the way awake.
Stirred me from the dream.
Sunday Morning I was thinking of a phone call I should make,
but never did.
I never did.
















