Your Name

Your Name

Sometimes

I whisper your

name to myself, 

write it out on the 

foggy glass, say it 

like a prayer

into the waiting ears

of the night.

Don't worry,

I always remind 

the moon 

how much you

mean to me, 

I look up at the sky 

every time, 

and try to see the world 

with the wonder

you would always hold.

Rest assured that 
I will never forget

your name, but

it tears me apart

that you forget

everything you were

day by day, as the 

frost thaws and the

soil gnaws on 

your cold bones--

much too many 

for me to hold.