I write her name
in a borrowed book
whisper to the musty pages
"hello"
from the bottom of my lungs
the tippy top of the heart
a vibration
a pulse
just a whisper,
as soft and sweet
as I can
hello
hello-
a silent yellow page
doesn't rustle
I swear the smell
will haunt me forever
I'll never erase that name
and even if she tears out the page
the wind will have to whisper
or howl
goodbye