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.