I hope that a day comes when you see my name on the cover of a book.

Maybe you'll be in a store with your wife,
your eyes will catch a glimpse of the letters that spell who I am, but you'll pretend to have forgotten me.

Your wife will wrinkle her nose in disgust and shoot daggers into your back.

Later she would say she forgot something she didn't and run to the nearest store to buy my book and feverishly scan for your name.

Her name.

I can't say how she'd feel when it isn't your letters that appear in print, but your soul.