Temporary Plans

Waking on a Sunday morning
The feeling suddenly returns
Of a time when there was happiness
In a love that you still yearn
Days of gold now faded
Leave loneliness behind
Tears are never dried
Not even by the spring sunshine

Then slowly as a flower
You open to a new
And realize that summer
Is on its way for you
And once again the days
Of holding hands and long warm nights
Leave behind the memories
Of a love lost in flight

Here’s to the hopes that this one
Is the one that comes to last
So that the lonely Sundays
Are boxed away in the past
If not then not to worry
Enjoy it while you can
There’s something special even
In temporary plans.