What is your Name?
You, standing in front of me, what is your name? I need to know, please. I know you, just your face but I don’t know how to call you and get your attention. I stare and frozen with your presence but I can’t do nothing so please notice me and give me a little bit of your heed. I am not asking for anything but just for you to notice me, it is more than enough for me, even just your glimpse.
I saw you standing facing back, I know it’s you, I know how you stand, I know your hair and I know the structure of your body but still I don’t know your name. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? I am getting out patience now, I really need to know your name. Do I have to dance, shout, sing, and do silly things for you to notice me? Tell me and I’ll do it, just tell me your name.
You walk pass by me, I didn’t see you but I smelled your perfume and I know it’s you. You’re so close but yet you didn’t notice me and just passed by, here it comes again. WHO ARE YOU? WHAT IS YOUR NAME? You seemed like a ghost appearing in front of me without prior notice. When will you notice me then?
Who are you? Why do I feel like I’ve known you for quite a long time. This feeling seems so wrong but feels right.
YOU’VE NOTICED ME!
but yet,
I still don’t know how to call you I still don’t know what I should call you I still don’t understand myself confused when calling you I still pause and stop to think the right name I should call you
Do I still think of you as a Stranger? Or Maybe I am thinking that You will become again, someday?
Do I really need to know your name when one day I will eventually force myself to forget them?
Do I really need to know you when one day you will make me feel like I never really know you from the start?
Do I really need to know every inch, every piece of information of you when one day I will eventually need to erase them?
Do you really need come into my life and eventually, one day walks out of it?
Who are you? What is your name?
“It was nice to meet you”