you rarely spoke my name
because there was always your smile
who took the place of your voice

born after so much waiting
after crossing ***** streets
to soothe the hunger of silent mornings
with the sweet and warm memories
of caramel and cinnamon afternoons

when you spoke my name
it was full of longing
laced with a certain sadness
as if i was going away, or dying
your tongue and lips traced
each syllable like an incantation
to bind me to your desire
to be with you

bound i am now to you
even in these fresh hours of dawn
when even sleep has taken her bed
my far away eyes set
to where you are
without me

as i am without
your smile, without your voice
with only the syllables of your name
to match the twin wet trails
born from my eyes