Sunday

It started out as a great Sunday,
Among good friend.
My worries had already gone away!
As we sang and danced the night before,
Everything bothering me was purposely ignored.

Then for no reason two of us sat outside,
Sipping coffee in the cold air,
On the stoop our news we shared.
As everyone else left,
It was only us three,
Drinking coffee and watching bad TV.

As the day unfolded,
Our bond grew strong.
I knew I was exactly where I belong.
Champagne for breakfast,
Sure there was juice too.
After I put my drama away,
It was nothing but laughter for the rest of the day.

At the first bar we got our hands stamped,
Had some drinks and talked.
No dancing, no prospects, no Kesha,
Off to the next place we walked.
The walk was cold,
But we didn’t mind.
We danced to Kesha,
Timber was the theme of the night.

At the next bar we weren’t so sure
It was dark, it was quiet,
It brought down our moods.
So the jukebox brought us some fun,
And baileys and hot chocolate got us in the groove.
But still no dancing,
It was time to make a move.

To our surprise there was no dancing anywhere,
I know it was Sunday, but there was something different in the air.
So we walked into the next bar,
But we hid in the photo booth.
Who knew this picture would be so important?
After six different poses,
We went to a store with different assortments.
I won’t mention the same, or the things that we did,
But we were quietly asked to behave or leave.

After that we sat at another bar,
Without having a drink,
One more joined us,
Then we went to eat.

After some food and good conversation,
We were three again,
Heading towards our final destination.
To be honest, I just wanted to leave,
The thought of Monday morning was creeping on me.

But one of us just had to go pee,
Back at the first bar we flashed our stamps,
Two of us sat down to relax,
Soon the third came, just wait for what’s next!

As we looked at our picture,
And laughed out loud
That’s when it happened,
It’s crazy to think about.

A complete stranger walked in our direction,
Looked at our picture,
But I felt there was more to this creature.
He looked at me and said I was pretty,
Then he said I was weird,
And that’s only the beginning.

He said I had lost somebody.
How did he know?
I couldn’t help but stare,
At this man who seemed to hear something in the air.
He looked at my friend and spoke of truths,
Then we looked at me and talked once more,
It was about our friendship’s significance,
If I hadn’t heard it before, I would think it was non sense.

I couldn’t help but listen carefully,
He mentioned travel plans that were in my mind.
So I asked him a question,
His answer was divine.

I asked him a simple question,
That was in my head,
Should I travel then?
“You mom says yes”, he said.
He was gone after that,
And I had no reaction.
My mom was the one I lost,
Did they just have a conversation?

I felt a mix of fear and relief,
The comfort of my mom,
And still the pain of the grief.
One thing I believe to be true,
Is that her love is eternal,
Whatever shape it comes through.
But a message like that one,
Was news to me.
But not much I can do,
So I’ll just let it be.