I was asked to leave alone, I did so.
And I still am… inching forward afraid of losing track.
I can barely see you now, but I still remember.
I remember – I shouldn’t, but I do.
I will forget, though I swore I’d never.
Does my name ever resound in the back of your mind?
My name that only you could pronounce the way I like to hear it.
If I could hear it again, those two syllabes, in your voice, from your lips, onto my ears… I would hold on to it, and play it back over and over and over again until I forget that it is only my name. I would listen to the sound like a prayer in the quiet confines of my mind, echoing onto the walls that close me in, reverberating back and forth. Resonating within, I would keep you there, if only just a part of you, one little bit, would you let me?
Or am I asking for too much?
Why is it that the single most important thing, is often what you can never have?
You have your reasons. That’s the bottom line.