He looked at her like she was the sun

He should've looked at her like she was the moon,

He should've looked at her as he did at the moon,with wonder and love and awe.

He looked at her like she was the sun, in that he never looked at her but in frustration. He basked in her warmth,he complained when she was gone, but he never looked. On days, she was muted,he complained. On days,she was stronger, he hid from her. He never looked at her until she was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset he wondered how he'd never seen her before.