She was just standing there

Laughing and smiling.

Her short, curly brown hair everywhere,

Ruined by the wind,

You could tell she didn’t care.

She wore a smile as bright as the sun;

Her eyes dark enough to remind me of the night sky.

She had a special radiance to her,

A radiance unlike any other;

A contagious happiness that anyone could pick up on.

I could feel it until she looked back at me,

All the light I had seen turned off completely.

She put her head down, no longer smiling,

No longer radiating;


I can feel her thinking of our past,

What I had done.

I turn back after I pass,

She begins to radiate that brilliance once more.

I turn back around and continue on my way,

Her radiance blinds me even with my back turned.

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