I sat on my front porch
and stared out at the dark.
The moon was full
as was the sky full
of stars
and fireflys.
I was seven maybe six
I was happy in that
moment,
content,
Looking up at the sky
Lost in the moon
I thought of her
a girl I never knew
she would be pretty
she would love me
deeply as I loved her
And we would
be together
for all our days
I thought of her
somewhere else
looking at the moon
thinking the same
of me
“I will meet her one
day,” I whispered
to the night.
Then I went quietly
back inside.

By Philip Wardlow 2018