Radiance
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;
Dulling.
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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