Sundays Poem by rebecca hyer

I hate watching you walk out the door
every sunday, like the week before
you give me a kiss and say good~bye
you get in your car, thats when i start to cry
as the tears slowly roll down my cheek
my knees start to go weak
so i sit on the kitchen floor
just staring at the door
i sit thinking of all the moments we share
and all the things you do to show you care
i cherish every second i get to spend with you
thinking of these moments gets me through
so i wipe away my tears and get off the floor
and count the days to saterday once more