Nothing Happens

‘Nothing ever happens here’

I think out loud

To myself

In my head

The door bell jingles gently

playfully

Then he walks in

What world did he fall from?

Why would he have left?

To end up here

In my little now here

We smile

Shared moment of knowing

Was it my hair

Something on my face

The way I held myself?

No bother what it was

He walked up

A devil’s grin plying his lips

Playing on his features

I put away the journal

Page after page of useless words

Poetry I suppose in some circles

I

I’ll skip ahead I suppose

A date or two

Three I suppose

Counting the library

He whisks me away

His name was Into

Finnish he said

Explains his beauty

What I didn’t suspect

Didn’t want to think

Was what I actually was

To this angelic man

Every time he leaves

Every time I am alone

Nothing happens

Life stops

Or nearly seems to

When he returns

Color returns

Things happen

Life happens

When he’s gone

Nothing Happens

When he is here

I wish only that I was

Ever Here

What would you do

How would you feel

To realize

That you were nothing more

Than the supporting cast

In another person’s life?