One Sunday morning
There he lied
Awoken by a message beep
There he smiled
"What else could be better?"

One Sunday morning
There he lied
Couldn’t get out of his bed
There he waited
"When will she reply?"

One Sunday night
There he stood
Waiting as if for eternity
There he thought
“Perhaps she's busy?”

One Monday morning
There it was
“I’ve forgotten” she said
There he sighed
“I shouldn’t have cared.”