Sunday Night

She sits alone
with a glass of wine
Reading a book
of Nordic crime
Jazz in the background
playing away
A perfect end
to her Sunday

Candles burn
Flickering in the dark
atmosphere is right
As she lays in the bath
Oh heavenly it is
this blissful hour
She could stay like this
forever and ever

But Monday fast approaches
with a smile of glee
How she hates it
Won’t it let her be!
But she knows
it’ll come and go
And it shan’t be long
Before she’s back home