Wanted you To come along

Remembering walking with Dad
To his friends
At the housing commission
He talked about the messages being sent from the Moon
His friend did
They were sending messages
That is what his friend said
What was reality anyway
These walls
These bricks
These people

We walked and walked
All the way to the Moon
All the way to Greg’s
The grass looked nice
Was this the Moon?
I have never been
Why did everything look so fragile?
Greg got worse
Dad got worse
They all come back in the end
To the Moon and beyond
I took the Moon in my hand
It came to me
I won’t let you go dear Moon
I won’t let you go.

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