Those Sunday afternoons
so close to you was me.
Heart, mind, body, soul –
As near as near can be.
The weekdays were too full
of things that mattered not.
Come Friday evening, look around
and see how little I got.
But there you were, just waiting,
when I opened up the door.
All my busy weekdays melted
and humbly fled across the floor.
Two very different lives,
blended and merged just so;
two very different ideas about
how the marriage was going to go.
It was the best of me, at my worst.
All your greatest fears were known.
The seeds of my discontent grew up
from everywhere I’d sown.
I didn’t know. But I didn’t care.
It’s hard to say that to you.
Because I really tried to be
the man you wanted too.
I do agree but I can’t undo it;
all the trouble from my lack.
It wasn’t yours, but my lot in life
to have a monkey on my back.
I watch the weekdays still go by
just as quickly as Christmas passes.
I don’t see things the same ol’ way
with this brand new pair of glasses.
The monkey’s gone but so are you.
It’s a fact that won’t be denied.
The longing stayed, and remains today.
There’s no place that it can hide.
When I think of the times gone by,
And those that left too soon,
I find my heart still yearning
for those Sunday afternoons.