Moon Maiden

She was always hiding,
peeking out just enough to catch someone's eye
before disappearing back behind her veil.
She can't help but say hello,
delicately afraid...
of acknowledgment...
of rejection...
of regretting. 

Time moves on,
she follows
in those same circles
she's always known,
trapped in roundabout hellos
so quiet they are rarely heard. 

So she shrinks away,
finding herself
farther and farther
from those she is drawn to.
Paler and paler her world becomes
as she reflects less and less upon it.