Sometimes your name escapes me.
A name I considered precious, held close to my heart
The name I used to cry out loud at night,
When we would lose ourselves in one another.
The shape of your name on my lips,
Like a distant memory, was it the same then as it is now?
I close my eyes repeating your name in hushed tones.
The weight it holds now is no more than that of a falling leaf.
I forgot your name when I awoke today.
It was for the best, but I need it for one more day.
A weeping Willow once told me..