As he lay on his bed, staring at the moon while she reached the highest point in the sky, He starts to look back on his life. He remembers of watching baseball games with his family. He remembers of improving himself every morning before work. He remembers of being alone with his girl and nothing but her angelic dreams. As his alarm wakes him from a slumber he never noticed had crept up on him, he realizes that it was merely a dream.
a friend of mine found out that i write poetry and wanted something written about him.....and this is the end result