I can still remember my lover's name
because it sits on my tongue impatiently;
my heart shouts for joy, too happy to be tame.
The world moves together, all the same,
until my reality shifts, and takes me.
I seem to remember my lover's name.
Now I sit with a body gone lame.
And the rain outside is all I can see;
my heart whispers, too defiant to be tame.
Days bleed into each other - who's to blame?
I recall dry corn husks, and feel just as empty;
I try to remember my lover's name.
"Friends" come to visit, calling me by name,
but I lie and say they're slowing recovery.
My heart hides, too uncertain to be tame.
I know it's a Monday when I can reclaim
my place in the world, but unfortunately,
I cannot remember my lover's name
and my heart cries out, too sad to be tame.
