My eyes set upon the sun that seems to run from something to come. It reminds me of a son I know.

I try to find comfort in all the comfort I’ve ever felt. The feelings, these feelings, those feelings I have felt.

I turn my head and rest my cheek against the sun. A son that is done for the day and rests his head once more.

Not against the shadows that seem to lean into my back.

Instead against the rays of the sun the son has never felt.