“The sound of your name”
The sound of your name,
resembles ringing bells.
Or the flickering noise,
of the herd of singing quails.
I awaken in the middle of the night,
11, 12, sometimes 2 o’clock,
and I faintly whisper your name.
But your never there-which breaks my heart.
There’s only your picture,
then there’s your name.
Which I say over and over again.
It sprinkles over my head like the touch of drizzling rain.