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There's this kind of poetry meme thing, so I decided to contribute:

It wasn't the time in the morning
It wasn't the smile on her face
It wasn't the rain on the window
Or the too-familiar place

It wasn't the grey clouds around us
It wasn't the tear in the world
It wasn't the swoop of a swallow
Or the laughter of the girls

It wasn't the fly on the ceiling
It wasn't the hair out of place
It wasn't the call, or the caller
Or the ornate, jewelled case

It wasn't the glint in the water
It wasn't the child in the snow
It wasn't the sorrow that taught her
Or the wind, or where to go

It wasn't the dew-drop you lent me
Or the smile in the trees
It wasn't the stars that shone so bright
Or gaudy diamond rings

It wasn't the sorrow that taught me
It wasn't the pain or the loss
It wasn't the wound that hurt me
Or the time which it has cost

It wasn't the falling water
It wasn't the hole in my heart
It wasn't the things you bought her
But I guess all of that was the start

It wasn't the sound of a shadow
Or an arrow striking home
Although all of this has scarred me
Through skin and muscle and bone

It wasn't the work of the faithless
It wasn't the note out of tune
And I even think I might tell you
But not by the light of this moon.