The Envy of the Moon

if

Ever i see her across the room,

the

Charismatic redhead in her fiery dress,

i

Long to cross her path

but I am nothing but a shadow

only

Pretending to be outgoing

only

Sparkling in the shine of others

but

Ever am i noticed when the light is gone

***

but

Even as we wax through the day

i

Can't help but feel sad at

the

Loss of admiration and attention

as

I wane from the light of her grace

i

Press my hand against her cheek

and

Say adieu for another twenty years

and

Ease out of the light back to my place