“She was like the moon—part of her was always hidden away.”
She was always hiding,
peeking out just enough to catch someone’s eye
before disappearing back behind her veil.
She can’t help but say hello,
Time moves on,
in those same circles
she’s always known,
trapped in roundabout hellos
so quiet they are rarely heard.
So she shrinks away,
farther and farther
from those she is drawn to.
Paler and paler her world becomes
as she reflects less and less upon it.