She Was Buried On A Sunday Poem by Ray Hansell

She was buried on a Sunday
When the sun was shining bright
The flowers were in full bloom
But that still didn't make it right

She was buried on a Sunday
Everyone was there
She would have been so surprised
To see just how many cared

When the grave side service finished
Everyone turned to leave
But I remained behind
So in silence I could grieve

We shared our love secretly
No one ever knew
Now that she is gone
I don't know what I'll do

I talked to her all day long
Until I ran out of things to say
As the sun slowly left the sky
Then I went on my way

I didn't want to leave her
I didn't want to say goodbye
I knew at home, all alone
That was when I'd cry

The days we shared together
Were the very best of times
One thing the world will never know
Is that love was her's and mine

She was buried on a Sunday
When the sun was shining bright
Here I sit all alone
On a sad and dark Sunday night


6-26-09/RjH

Submitted 3-28-14