No words,
No inspiration,
No pain,
No desperation.
I sit still so long
My skin turns cold.
And I try to remember
The days of old.
My stomach growls
When it's lunch time,
Reaching into my pocket
I take out a dime.
What can it buy?
Nothing.
What I feel inside?
Nothing.
People walk by
They nod at me.
I copy the gesture
And they let me be.
But then he walked in.
Asking questions,
Making suggestions,
Drawing me in...
His warmth reached my heart
And everything melted away.
When I thought it was over,
He promised he would stay.
My mind is still a blank page
Because I don't know who I am.
There is still no words or
Inspiration, or pain or desperation.
But there is HIM.
and to me,
Insignificant me...
He is everything.