Who are you in the end?

You are the beauty of the joyous bell ringing at 3:15pm on Friday.
You are a forgotten dream, abandoned on the roadside like a lost soul.
You are the taste of a fresh tear, rolling down a child’s red, ******* cheek.
You are the blood red apple sitting, untouched, on the teachers desk.
Your are the satin silk of Belle’s dress, gentle and soft.
You are the fear of the rabbit when it pauses in sight of the deadly fox’s stare.
You are the chilling noise of nails scraping the chalk board.
You are Monday the rise of the week but the downfall of school.
You are the missing piece of the puzzle under the grandparents dining table, waiting to be found.
You are as sweet as a drop of vinegar on someone’s tongue.
You are the sunset at the end of the journey.
You are Alpha and Omega.