Sun

The sun is not here. It has departed for southern destinations a couple of weeks ago, and has not given any news of itself, or sent a postcard. Its absence makes me feel alone.

Solitude.

I take the bass and start playing, but my fingers follow hollow patterns. Nobody's listening.

Why do I miss the sun so much? Why is this grey sky able to color my mood with melancholy?

I wanna go wherever it goes.