His Name

Written by: Gracie Bawden

His Name

I forget, sometimes
But the wind clings to his name
Drags it through the trees

And on summer days
It battles with the sun
For a place in my ear
Each syllable stinging my ear drum
Into a child-like shrink

And it nestles in the bronze heights
On the edge of September
Only to fall

Consonants crunch beneath my feet

My heart falls to my wrists
Where it pounds desperately against my skin

I pull at my sleeves
Hold them tight in my fists
And wade through the bronze ocean