A year is a long time to carry the weight of your name

but i’ve brought it as far as we’ve drifted away

Along with souvenirs of sentiment we shared before the shipwreck

I kept all the things you left to sink and they make me ******* seasick

An ocean apart now, a few times I near drowned

trying to swallow old memories I should have just spit out.

They burned like water in my lungs and turned to sea salt in my mouth

that left a taste that stung my gums and made your name hard to keep down.

A year is a long time to carry the weight of a name that won’t respond

across an ocean between my voice and the person to which it belongs.