we ended on a sunday morning.
the sky was clear,
the wind covered us,
but my heart wasn't anything near okay.
i had no idea about yours.

i always thought sunday mornings were a breeze.
it was a day for rest
and it was really a day for rest
we both had heavy loads on our shoulders.
and i'm trying to get a hold of myself.

i couldn't see sunday mornings the same way again.
i could only see us in that bench
with an obvious gap between our hands,
distant breathing,
and my eyes fixated on the trees...

...because i couldn't look at you the same way i saw your face in our first sunday morning together.

because on that particular sunday morning,
us on the bench,
clear skies and fresh wind,
it left me a lingering feeling.