4am

4am Tonight the light of a tender moon Blooms like stardust in my bedroom. I think of happy people not people like me. They are lay under silk sheets In a sleeping embrace. Her softness comforts him Even in his dreams he feels her. The soft breathing of their sleeping children makes the night even more tender. In the waking morning Their children will go to school She will kiss her husband As he leaves for work. With a have a good day honey. And the world is all as it should be. The dream fades It 4am again. And I am lay here sleepless. Alone In my bed. Thinking about a beautiful woman. That I should have stopped loving a very long time ago