A Sunday Ballad

A taste of coffee

Sounds of silence

Making up words

This would seem like nothing

Looking in through my window

But these minutes

Are what matters now

You slipped away from

The corner of my eye

But I sense your weight on my floor

These walls know you by now

And this story should be told

Nothing is happening

But everything is

Changing

You’re throwing blessings on my bed

And I think it’s about time

That I wrote

A Sunday ballad for you