Sunday Night Solitude

by Lance Roy

In shadows cast by fading light,

I feel the weight on this Sunday night,

A quiet solitude, an endless sea,

Lonely echoes of a love once free.

The world outside, it rushes on it’s own,

While I sit in silence, all alone,

The empty chair, the vacant space,

A haunting presence, your warm embrace.

The clock's soft tick, a mournful sound,

With each passing moment, you're not around,

Our love, a flame that used to burn,

Now flickers softly, it's my heart's concern.

The stars above, they seem to weep,

As memories of you, in my heart, I keep,

The room is still, our photos on the wall,

A lonely widow spouse, I miss you most of all.

But in this solitude, a peace resides,

A quiet knowing that love abides,

Though you've journeyed to the other side,

In my heart, your love will forever glide.

So Sunday nights, though lonely and blue,

I find solace in thoughts of you,

In the gentle breeze, in the moon's soft light,

I'll cherish the memories, every lonely night.