We met on the eighth day of the week,
The 30th of February
She had a face you can't quite remember,
but a presence you won't soon forget.
We talked about music.
We talked about art.
Over coffee I asked her to tell me her name.
She smiled sweetly and said,
"I'm No One."
From that day forward
I slept next to No One.
I'm perfect for No One
and only No One could love me, just like I love her.
The time soon came
(as time often does)
for me to make No One my bride.
We settled in a town called Nowhere
on a street called Never
in a house with a white picket fence
with a dog called Not.
We have big future plans,
and I will be the father of No One's children.
For better or worse.
Till Death do us part.
No One and me.