Your Name
Someone said your name today.
It was strange. I was
half-listening, going on about my day.
And your name fluttered in
like a bird can fly into a building
and is stuck, suddenly unable
to find the door or window
it came through. So your name
is stuck in my head bouncing
off its panes and knocking dust
from deep memories, searching
for the exit. But, it will have none
because nothing can make me
speak those two words.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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