You may be nothing
Not a crumb nor hair
But there’s pieces of you everywhere,
You may be nothing
Not a spark nor a reason
But you smell of every season,
You may be nothing
Not a life or love
But you were sent from above,
You may be nothing
Not a caring soul never there
But there’s something in your stare,
You may be nothing
Not a woman with the heart of a child
But always seen as a piece of collectible art idlewild,
You may be nothing
Not a normal being with a simple vision
But you are relentless in your mission,
You may be nothing
Not another mistress, escort or lover
But sometimes we need to be undercover,
You may be nothing
Not a broken fallen helpless friend
But you can’t pretend until the end,
You may be nothing
Not a breath nor whisper
But I can still hear you breathing, or maybe it’s my fridge’s crisper,
You may be nothing
Not a serious face almost giving a fuck
But I didn’t run into you out of pure luck,
You may be nothing
Not a piece of every little thing
But for anyone who meets you, you can be their everything.
Nestor David Armas ©2012
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