The Moon Over My Regrets

The moon tonight is heartbreaking.
Most nights when I look into the sky
And see the reflecting glow from so distant
A whisper of a smile is all that flits
Across my mind.
But tonight
The light is so illuminating
That I see the whole moon
And it becomes a tangible, real, galactic place
Not just an idea that exists only
In my own pretend.
It is real
It is space.
It is a reminder of the failures
Both mine and those of mankind.
My father,
The stable support of my fragile existence
The man who has sacrificed to give
Me the future he believes I deserve,
Has truly desired one thing.
Space.
When I asked,
As a child questioning,
What it was that this larger-than-life
Hero
Wanted to do most in this world,
His answer came without pause.
Space.
He wishes to look out the porthole,
Kin to that through which he gazed
While at sea,
And see the galaxy laid out before him
Stars like sequins
Space like a thick blanket of night
Planets and moons and asteroids
floating past like corks in the ocean.
And the moon tonight
Shining in the heavens
A cold reminder of what I can never deliver.