I try not to say her name
As if it held some power
To cast a spell
I don’t say it aloud
Though it is in my thoughts all the time
Bouncing around
in the empty corners of my head
Resounding like a bell on the door
Of an old shop
Burrowing deeply
into the soft place
of my heart
I try not to say her name
For fear that when I do
I will lose that last part
Bouncing around
in the empty corners of my head
Burrowing deeply
Into the soft places
of my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They say there is power in a name... an intriguing poem. Loved it! ; D