Glows

There’s a new one,

and this one glows.

I miss her dearly,

but yet,

I hardly know her;

all I know,

is she is beautiful,

and she glows.

It’s her smile,

her hair,

her eyes,

and her soul,

they all glow.

And like the firefly

far from home,

I am longing for that glow.

I see it in the distance,

that beautiful soul.

There’s something about it,

that feels like home.

I usually prefer to be alone,

but this energy,

this glow,

it calls to me,

and now,

alone feels like alone.

-C.H.