Gemotions

He sat in the park, the crisp autumn air nipping at his cheeks. The setting sun cast long shadows across the empty benches. From a nearby coffee shop, the faint strains of music reached him. The first few notes sent a jolt of recognition through him. *His* song. But it was being played on a jaunty ukulele, a cheerful rendition that stripped away all the darkness he had imbued the lyrics with. He felt a profound sense of loss, a disconnection from the vibrant notes of joy. He looked away, focusing on the fallen leaves swirling in the breeze, the colors a mockery of his state.