Not endless like we expect it to be,
And the moon looks tiny.
The screen lies.
When you listened to my storiesYou were a child, and
You believed them all
Until you fell asleep
In the worlds I made for you.
I have forgotten all those words,But I can remember what they were about:
Dragons and kings and promises and hopes,
With the odd socialist goal thrown in
Before the light of day went out
Behind the already-drawn curtains.
Reality never seemed painful then.
The sky is glorious tonight,And I wish we were walking towards it,
Hand in hand,
Alone in the wind
And the whispers of the clouds around us
Because I miss you.
For Oscar, 30/10/2015