I have no one to call by your name.
The years have scrambled past
and my word for you
has gone to sleep
under my tongue.
The day you left
I shouted it out,
from the top of the stairs
and ran down,
hoping to catch the echo
It proved too quick for me.
But wait!
Don’t let this admission
go to your head!
What I did,
I did only
for the sake of your name,
the lusciousness of it,
standing orphaned.
I did not do it for you.
