She looked at him like he was the sun,
In that she never looked at him,
Except out of frustration.
She complained when he was gone,
But she never looked.
On days he was stronger, she hid from him
On days he was muted, she complained.
She never looked at him until he was leaving,
And in the beauty of the sunset she wondered how,
She'd never seen him before
Found this on Tumblr a while ago, felt I’d share it