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and when i
laid my head down, i
found it hard to
quiet my busy
mind, lit-up like a
city at night.
i could not see past
my memory,
could not smell but
to search
for that scent. yet
above all else,
it was the pounding
rhythm her name
beat on my heart
with each
and ev'ry
breath i
took,
repeated through
my weary bones.

i was lost in two
syllables -
that was all it took
to spin my mind 'round
perfect words
and half-lidded eyes.
even as my mouth
formed the shapes
of letters, i
could taste
her on my lips,
feel her breath on
my neck.

and so it cycled
in my mind
like an
uncontrollable
tic.
a name.