4am

Tonight the light of a tender moon
Blooms like stardust in my bedroom.

I think of happy people
not people like me.
They are lay under silk sheets
In a sleeping embrace.
Her softness comforts him
Even in his dreams he feels her.

The soft breathing
of their sleeping children
makes the night
even more tender.

In the waking morning
Their children will go to school.
She will kiss her husband
With a have a good day honey.
And the world is all
as it should be.

The dream fades
It 4am
And I am lay here
sleepless in my bed.

Thinking about
a beautiful woman.
That I should have
stopped loving
a very long time ago.