You are not

You are not the one that I dreamed about.
Not the one I would drop my knees in the morning praying for.

You are not the man my heart waited for,
Not the one I write these passages for.

You are not even that serious.
Not even significant in the units of time alloted to me.

You are only a little more than an idea,
Still lingering because of the image of your smile plastered on the back of my eyelids.

But with enough rain and scrape of the wind,
You'll be nothing more than a distant friend.