You are the words that are never spoken. You are the things that get lost and are always missed. You are the answer to a question that remains on the tip of the tongue, but the teeth just cannot seem to pin down. You are the smell of the air in winter on a cold December evening. You are the sound of a house settling as everyone sleeps soundly. You are the face of understanding when hope is all but lost. You are the darkness around the stars. Yeah, without you, they would be nothing, and even though they get all the glory you still never complain.  You are the emptiness that lurks in that place beyond the streetlights where we pass a little more quickly as we walk home alone at night. You are the mural on a ceiling that people only notice once the artist has passed away. Your beauty is the mark that even angels cannot reach. They fly around up there in heaven, whispering in envy.