I am not in love:

# with the whisper of your name, fainted in a blind invocation;
# with the steps caught within our own rain, designated as the sole alchemist of a recovering sunset…
# with the recurring conversational gap, always diluted by your independence from me…
# with my own music of constant delay, granting you momentum for a final dance;

I know I am not since I am in love with the idea of love not being granted anymore… a fundamental victory over our (over)extended rights.