Boy on the Moon

Dark and cold, full of fear.
Missing everybody wishing they were here,
I miss the streets, the clouds, my dogs
Fily and Embers and the lingering smell of oil that would make my bones shiver. 
My journey to the moon has been blunt and painful no grass no trees nothing to do.
I saw something in the distance a long time ago but it was apart sadly. 
I wish l could go back but it was a one way trip on a rocket I flew to the moon.