It’s a Sunday morning where I am,
Lying warmly in bed.
It’s time to get my coffee
and catch a brief glimpse—
Through my small virtual window
I get to see,
A lot of different Saturdays
Happy faces in familiar supercuts,
Montages of their laughter,
No trace of sorrow or loss.
Everything is better in spring.
And the hearts I miss—
They seem happier in their spring.
Grateful I got this vibrant collage;
And more grateful still,
Summer’s sprinting towards me,
among the sun and joy, I’ll be.
Counting the long,
And lonely weeks
Until I’ll get to be
(Smiling)
on the other side of the screen.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC
It’s a Sunday morning where I am,
Lying warmly in bed.
It’s time to get my coffee
and catch a brief glimpse—
Through my small virtual window
I get to see,
A lot of different Saturdays
Happy faces in familiar supercuts,
Montages of their laughter,
No trace of sorrow or loss.
Everything is better in spring.
And the hearts I miss—
They seem happier in their spring.
Grateful I got this vibrant collage;
And more grateful still,
Summer’s sprinting towards me,
among the sun and joy, I’ll be.
Counting the long,
And lonely weeks
Until I’ll get to be
(Smiling)
on the other side of the screen.
