The moon and me

I sit alone looking at my friend the moon.

He’s always there during the night for me.

Soft music playing in the background sets a mood.

All my memories come to mind and I feel her next to me.

Her hand taking mine as we sit together silently.

The moon knows my moods and changes colors as in sympathy.

I say good night to my friend and my love.

A single tear rolls down my cheek as I begin to fall sleep.