A name –
A name to last for years, etched into my mind,
as a dedication in gleaming and pure Parian marble.
An obelisk to your memory dominating the landscape of my thoughts;
you hang over me like the Word; The Word that was there in the beginning,
and will be there at the end; eternally part of me,
you become the Word.
To you, however, I am a face forgotten,
a name never grasped, the opaque form of a memory that slips away…
but I remember – remember and long –
long for those days spent together, that unspoken bond,
the good times, the bad times, the mundane times –
hoarding my memories of you, of us (enough for the both of us),
so you may forget, whilst I cannot.