My friend, moon

Six years old and the moon followed me,

Drifting in and out of dazes of sleep.

One finger laid on the cold, wet glass.

Must make sure that this time I last.

 If I just keep my eyes on my friend, moon

And just keep my finger over him too,

Then this time he won’t stop following me,

This time he will stay, definitely.

But my eyes do not like my friend, moon.

My eyes want to close and are taking me too.

I try to fight them but they are too strong,

The next thing I know my friend is gone.

My finger is no longer laid on the glass,

And my friend moon has left me so fast.

I just closed my eyes for one little second,

And that’s all it took for my friend, moon, to leave me again.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems, have literally spent 5 mins writing this.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

well it was a good 5 minutes
like this...I was putting my finger on the glass...reminds me of puppet shadows ...adore the imagery
cleverly written...like the content and the concept
now I wonder...do ya see your fingerprint on the glass and if you do then the moon is still there*)
thank you for sharing