your name carries across the wind
the sound oscillates from my guitar, slip
from my fingers as I pluck and strum
the letters of your name, you'd whistle
the alphabet, harmonic-words . . . I
took your mousiness, your sprite voice
as if it were a dime a doze, then, for a time
a few ghosts sat in my head, so I closed my eyes
but now I hear chord progressions, your timbre,
you again, you again, where did you go?