The Sun’s Entertainment


When the sun has closed its curtains after a series of performances, I sat on a bench and thought about you.

It made me cry to think that after we danced under the watchful eye of the sun, you left me to dance on my own. You left me to dance, not the kind where you wanted to see if I mastered the steps. You left me, you literally exited the stage.

I do not know why you left. But you were gone after our emotions were dispersed- scattered like air molecules.

So, even though I perfected the dance moves, I cannot still properly perform the dance. I cannot perform a dance choreographed for two.

The sun will rise again tomorrow, but I think I will still be sitting on this bench, pounding my head and thinking about why you left.

-Juman Kevin B. Tindo