In the movie of my life

In the movie of my life 

I look at my character from afar 

Able to know what she’ll do next 

and what exactly pulls her heart 

She makes me feel every emotion in the book 

all within a single second 

But then, other times, she makes me feel nothing at all 

and when that happens, I know she is hurting 

A quiet ache masked as calm 

And, of course, there are

many other characters 

who weave in and out 

She knows them 

and trusts them 

But in the end 

she is the one I go home to  

when the night

starts to get cold