Your Name, My Secret

Sometimes I say your name in this empty room just enough to make the air inside remember it

Your name just happens

And it feels like I have whispered the whole meaning of my existence into the silence

I do not say it to reach you

I say it because the silence asks me to

As if the silence gets lonely too

And your name is the only thing it wants to sit beside

And what happens then is not a sound traveling outwards

It is not the kind of name that leaves and disappears into the corners of the world

It just circles inside the space

Wanders through the corners of the room

Your name turns in the air like it knows

It has nowhere to go but back

Back into the same place it was born

My breath my chest

And it settles again on my chest

Your name does not belong to sound

It belongs to presence

It is not said

It happens

It happens to me