the sun.

she looked at him like he was the sun.

and honestly, who ever looks at the sun?

when he shone too bright, she complained

and wore glasses to shield herself, yet

when he hid behind dark clouds, she was cold.

when he burnt too hot, she ran from him into the comfort of the shadows,

though when he was

gone,

she longed for him. and missed his heat.

he was there, but she never looked.

always felt, but gone unnoticed.

because she only ever felt his absence, and was oblivious

to his presence.

for nothing shines as bright as the sun and nothing

feels as cold as the lack

of him.

only when the sun set, hiding behind the horizon, painting the sky behind him, did she notice.

only then did she look at the sun and wonder

‘how could i have missed this during the day?’