And sometimes she cried,
that no one could look at her straight on,
the world revolved around her,
but it was the moon, they all watched,
she would never see his world,
yet she burned for him so,
she died every night,
with soft stars in her eyes.
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Tricia Sankey 
Painfully poignant. Really enjoyed this piece.
thanks 🙂