Dancing with her solitude

LIT UP — NOVEMBER’S PROMPT: 55er

Alone she felt, alone she was, dancing in the cold,
Light as a bird, such beauty never before seen,
White dress, white soul, purer than an angel,
She danced to fly and, one day,
She faded into the cloudy sky,
She smiled at me and,
Slightly, she flew away.
She was gone,
I was
Alone.