Sunday

It's Sunday today
A day when normally
You and I are together, and
We might watch TV or eat and talk
I don't have a TV here
And my cooking is all my own
It makes me think
And wonder

Who are you with this day?
Nobody I suppose
For you liked staying at home
Arguing with your mother (and me)
And talking on the telephone
To distant voices
And unknown friends
Maybe today you'll see those people

Music is no substitute for you
But it's all I have
You're not here
I have to spend my time this way
It's hard to get used to
I'll get used to it
I will
I'll have to