Not What You Want

I am the rush of cold wind when you want the sun. I am the the starless sky at night. I am the least used color on your color palate. I am the drawer where you place the things you soon forget exist.

I'm sorry I'm not the warmth of the sun. I'm sorry I can't give you all the stars. I'm sorry I'm not the most beautiful color you've ever seen. I'm sorry I'm not your fondest memory. I'm sorry I'm not like her.