Gloomy Sunday

Another day has gone by, another way to subside. I feel the ache of leaving you but I crave the love of having you. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of almost anything. Let the flowers bloom as they did yesterday. For, I need a sign of life, I am not living. It's a gloomy Sunday, it has always been a gloomy Sunday. But believe me when I say, I don't want it to be this way.