If there was an Eternity I would have believed it in your gaze, however, your eyes slid shut again and I'm left dazed, at 3am. A time for slumber, a time to forget, yet at 3.01am I'm silently weeping as you rolled over, still sleeping but whispering words that remain a powerful refrain, that keeps me awake inside my brain because you simply looked me in the eye, then sighed and uttered but one name...
Rhonda
a pretty name
but, all the same
*not my name...