... but I won't be there to hear your call.
Because my name does not belong
to your lips,
not anymore.
My name does not fit
what used to be
your gentle whisper.
and your name is like poison
that drains what little life
is left of me and my smile
despises your smile.
My name is but a memory,
and yours?
It has become a part
of a continuous
nightmare.
It's not merely
a part.
Your name is
my nightmare.
--
Euns
"It's not what you call me, it's what I answer to."
-African Proverb
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