Not the Love

You are the time

The time that turned into silver mountains and dawn flakes 

The clear fog of holding on and letting go

You are the cold marble floor 

The handshakes

The line

The forbidden touch . . . and 

The memory of something that never happened 

You are the 

Extraordinary 

Ridiculous 

Unexpected 

Event 

The volatile orange in the sunset 

The forgetful tree and the distant tent 

You are the song I never shared

The nervous smile 

The forced smile 

The lonely smile hanging from a silent reminiscence 

You are a word 

Imprisoned 

Ignored

Forgotten 

You are the love 

The dream that never came true

But 

You are not the moon 

Definitely not the moon 

You are not the cloud before the rain 

Nor the rain

Not early morning walks 

You are not the friend . . . the secret

The desert, the road 

The trivial talks

Not the mountain I climbed to the top 

The voice I hear in my sleep 

Nor the rebellious purple in the sunset 

Not the fifth season, where I belong 

Not the cello in my favorite song

You are not the end of my story

You are not the the love 

Not the dream that might one day come true