Asteroids

A Sonnet

“These dots on the TV could be Death Stars!”
Is what you assured me after some time
spinning and shooting large blobs in a line
travelling slow as the traffic of cars.
The arcade always made much better games,
and you worked so hard to score number one
but Galaga was better far as fun;
much needed color for these laser rays.
I wish I could go with you one more time,
which I never thought I would think before,
for you, this was passion, for me a chore,
I took this for granted, death was my sign,
	we don’t know what we have until it’s gone
	so these toys of yours forever I’m fond.