Sundays,
Like sunny days
Seem slow.
I lay in bed feeling low
When my love is away
In the month of May.
My hair is a tussle
Emotions are hard to battle.
It’s lonely in my bed
Maybe i should be out instead.
Life is a struggle
Without you to snuggle.
Sundays are like sunny days
When my love is away.
I sit in my room
The midnight candle burning
The only sound,
Is the ceiling fan turning.
Lonely places
No familiar faces
Just things that stare
Walls, chairs, a table, empty space
Laughter,
Talking voices,
In my head
It’s the music of beautiful noises.
Sometimes we all sit
With things,
And feelings,
All bottled up in silence.
Esther Gyimah