I found it in the way my name stumbled,
Out of your mouth like it
Had weak ankle.

Too simple to eludes as,
Too complex disturbs
The instinct to grasp,
Clutching at emptiness
In trembling fear.

Years ago,
I'm sure you recall we sat together by the fire outside.
Few weeks later,
You ran away across the country,
And I haven't seen you much since then.