Sunday Rain
Sunday rain hits the ground
Replaying a too familiar sound
I lock myself inside my room
And listen to the quiet tune
You’ve been gone for far too long
And it’s too late to say you’re wrong
This isn’t how it’s supposed to be
If only I could make you see
Love songs pour out the car
Breakup songs are not too far
I’m hearing different than before
What the hell am I waiting for?
I read the letters you had sent
I dreamed of you without consent
I remembered how it used to be
Both together happily
I write you poems you’ll never read
And make myself this final creed
I love you enough to let you go
But if you leave I’ll never know
