100+ Poems for Gabrielle ~ Vol. 1

Remembering Sunday

In the hush of the morning, as daylight breaks through,
I sit with my coffee, and I think about you.
The sun spills like honey across the pale floor,
But the warmth feels a little less sweet than before.

Remembering Sunday, with laughter and grace,
When time held its breath in our favorite place.
We'd wander through markets, hand in hand,
A world full of colors, our own wonderland.

The scent of fresh pastries, the sound of a tune,
The echoes of joy that danced with the moon.
You'd smile at the stories I'd share with delight,
As the hours slipped by, the day turned to night.

But now those sweet moments feel distant and cold,
Like shadows of sunlight that once brightly rolled.
The laughter now lingers like dust in the air,
As I search for your spirit, but you're no longer there.

Yet in the quiet of Sundays, I hold on to grace,
To the warmth of your memory, the light of your face.
I find solace in knowing that love doesn't fade,
It wraps around heartstrings, a gentle cascade.

So I'll cherish those Sundays, the moments we made,
In the echoes of laughter, our love won't degrade.
For even when silence fills spaces we knew,
I'll be remembering Sundays, still holding on to you.