She remembered my name.

Second time I heard it from her it was a whisper.

After we got to know each other it was a quiet mumble.


As we grew closer it had made it's home between her always freshly kissed lips.

Years had passed before it was replaced by a simple  "I do "

But big days pass and it came back, a fond sound to my ears.


It brought a new start, yet also an unexpected end.

Like a disc stuck on repeat it became a shout.


Broken it was like the speaker itself.

Turning into a rare sound.

No longer uttered with a hidden meaning.

But big days pass and it left, now a rare thing to hear.

Until it got forgotten.