you are not a star, or a gentle breeze,
you are not fire, or cool water…
and you do not burn or smother, you do not hurt.
you are none of the things people usually akin to those they love.
instead, you are smoldering coals and city lights,
you are the last note of someone’s favorite song,
you are twilight.
you patch but do not mend,
you create beauty but do not perfect it.
you are a question with a twist answer that i have yet to find.
you are not subtle,
you are bold strokes in tones of grey all the way to black.
you are sketched lines and eraser smudges.

you are not a star, but you amaze.