She was the loneliest star in the sky, surrounded by naught but gloom and space.
Unreachable to all who spared her a glance,
A distant spark, blooming and dying.
Though she hung in the sky above, brilliant and distant,
She was not the lovely moon, radiantly glowing, who basked in the company of a thousand dark stars.
She, instead, was the moon’s sister, a radiant fall of sunshine to a soft ivory glow.
Her rays warmed all surrounding her, cascading with hope and life, rich in the promise of day.
A consistent, vital piece to the lives she impacted.
The girl warmed the world, a crowning light in every room she entered,
Beloved for her bright smile, the sun reflecting off warm water and spring flowers.
But her heart, hidden deep within, lived in deep shadows.
A tangled mass of loneliness shrouded from the light of her eyes,
A light she could never seem to turn on herself, like a breath that always faded too soon.
So the sun held her bright center close, watching as each day, it dimmed with longing.
She wished for just a small bit of her outward kindness to be returned,
Hoping for a brave soul to find the girl buried behind layers of flattering warmth and distant heartache, and drag the sun back into the heat of her own light.