The Moonlight

He was there during the first cry

Where he held him for the first time.

He loved him before his heart could even beat

His child is what made him complete.

Months would go by where he'd stare at the stars

As if he is trying to see if someone is staring back.

He would help drive his family's life in his car,

but cars run out of gas, windows can still crack.

Almost two decades later the memories of him are thin.

Almost to nothing but three photos to remember him.

His boy had grown old, and would always watch the sky.

He remembers tying notes to balloons and watching them fly

But thinking that life was just a temporary lie.

His father would throw a baseball around with him.

As fast as the ball was caught in his glove,

was the only time they had before his sky dimmed.

Although he was young, no way he will forget his father's love.

The constellations are a beauty, but brighter now that he is there.

The boy now old still looks up.

Every bit of the sky is a beauty.

From black to blue it always tells a story.

To this day he finds places to hide.

To be alone, with the light of the darkened sky.

Still tying a note to a balloon to watch it drift away,

Still remembering that night like it was yesterday.

The note would hold something so dear

"Hey father, I know you are near.

Although time was short, I feel you are still here.

Watching over me... Please keep watching over me."

"I grew old but I'm still that same kid,

But looking up I can see the beauty.

You made the sky more bright,

making the moon have more light."

His boy let go, one last time.

Watching the balloon disappear into the sky.

He closed his eyes and laid down

Whispering "I love you father, I know you are my moonlight."