your name
perhaps i could move on with more grace if it wasn't for their beautiful name ;
our names together inseparably woven in my head like the lovers in well-loved literature -
romeo and juliet, bonnie and clyde, daisy and gatsby, hamlet and ophelia, catherine and heathcliff, [redacted] and [redacted]
one without the other seems wrong
one without the other feels a half-truth
oh [redacted]. i begged to any and all powers that could possibly be whether i believed in them or not to have reason to speak your name with love, with soft, with tender again -
i promised my soul to anything willing to take it just to remember once more from our good times the way your name felt in my chest before i spoke it -
when i meant it like a promise -
when i meant it as a vow -
when it was my favorite sound to moan
