I imagine my name like a small bomb going off
That’s why no one says it anymore
I imagine no one even tries
I will be honest, I never liked it until
You whispered it
You’d say it across the whole room

You used to call me yours before I ever really was

Somebody say it
Don’t you remember?
The way you all used to, in sync
Like a dream
When you saw my face on a small screen
Say my name

So that the letters bounce off the hairs on the back of your neck and jump up and slide down the soft dip in your ear and land on your fingers, walking up your wrist and over the tightrope veins of your arms gently, as to tease the blood beneath your skin with it’s turning heel and somehow you would remember

The freckles on my stomach you made friends with
The laughter you painted and pushed up through my belly,
tumbling through my lips and onto your fingers

You licked off the icing of our love and removed the knots from my hair and you kissed me all over before you turned out the light and you left

All the kisses I pressed into your shoulder

I know they’re still there
Dormant; sparkling

I think you could find pieces of me if you looked hard enough, hiding in my favorite spots near your ear

Please don't tell me
Did you rid your self of every
Trace of me along your ribs
A tingle at the edge of the morning

All the strands of hair I left in your beard
The rubber bands under your pillow
Pens staining the sheets and the presents I wrapped, one by one

Am I still there or am I being ashed out a car window

My socks still in the bottom drawer, the picture on your wall, my face deleted from your phone but not your mind, or does it work both ways? and when you turn it on in the middle of the night am I next to you, the light dim and my skin soft and we curl around each other

Can you still hear me
or was my voice never loud enough to form a memory