Your Name

Waiting until I was alone,
Whispering your name over and over.
And then, from a distance
An ember of thought
That swells in my unconscious.
And I say your name again and again
Until it leaves my body like a breath.

by Suzanne Bronson on Sunday, June 15, 2008

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