All My Sundays

So many Sundays were Reading the newspaper Soaking in the bath Coffee on the stove Dimanche apres-midi Heard on the CBC Rads clanking in that old building Coming up the back stairwell Carrying your bicycle Past the potted herbs That you cared for You will forever be Stuck in a loop for me More now that the dark news came Just as I breathe Your world is in me And I still spend All my Sundays with you It's comforting now to see Everything that makes up me All the things that I look for Are things you were I take my morning tea I read about Haiti I think to try is what you taught me Just as I breathe Your world is in me And I still spend All my Sundays with you And my heart beats I sleep and I dream And I still spend All my Sundays with you