Sunday Morning

On a quiet Sunday morning
I sit alone in my back yard
Woodpeckers, songbirds
Dew falling upon the leaves
A train off in the distance
As well as passing cars
Tears falling on my sleeves.
The owls are talking in the background
Another distant reminder
Of a time when I had your love
And the Universe was kinder
The sunshine poking through the trees
The smell of rain upon the air
The cool wind on a light breeze
Are memories and reminders
To let me know you cared
Even though the sun is shining
I sit here in a fog, a mist
Are these still symbols of your love
Am I even missed?
On a quiet Sunday morning
Sitting all alone
Surrounded by reminders
That your love for me is now gone