If you were like me You would know that
A name is a place that you used to visit long back
With no farewells only shadows of fables
Where a river would flow around us in stillness and listen
To the gentle beat of your heart.
You would know that
A name is a certain night where a sea is drawn from a window
Where you would fill my wounds with your poems
And the wind is made of clay.
If you were like me
You would know that
Some things remain with us and some things float away
And you would fold a river into my palms
So that when you leave they would
Recall your fading footsteps.