It’s three in the morning.
The blues are playing
silently in my head.
You have left me
It’s sad but the
heartless universe spins on.
Tuesdays become Wednesday
Like always.
The stars twinkling cascades
appear nightly just like before.
I suppose my tiny world
Will go on.
I will live day by day
and night by night
inside it.
And perhaps one day
become accustomed
to the fact
It no longer
has a sun.