This is just a poem...that I'll edit for days to come

Sunday of a Million Years

Today was a Sunday of a million years
A vision of beauty
Tainted by pain
Lights of a blazing sun baked down on me
But you weren't there

In a clearing, the lawn and the sky were hand in hand at the horizon
People walked away from me
Their faces hidden by the back of their heads
I could see your face
But you weren't there

The weekend's behind me
Memories of maybe from Friday
Descend to realities on Sunday
You pray for the afterlife
On a Sunday of a million years