Sunday Morning Tears

it would have been another story if i didn't shed a tear on that Sunday morning


i was lost-
mom came and gave me a hug,
dad dried my tears-


(thought i lost another part of me-
another buddy)


it's okay child,
"expect the sun to rise tomorrow-
expect that everything will be fine,
we're still here for you"
"but mom..", i whined
"respect is the least thing you can do-
do it,
respect"


it would have been a beautiful Sunday morning
if I restricted and freed myself from pain,


it was just one of my typical Sundays where I used to cry
goodbye bitter yesterdays
"yes dad, yes mom i'll do it
not for others
but for Myself,"


Respect is the least thing i can do.