Your Name

I like the way your name sounds coming from my mouth. Often times when I lay alone in my bed, staring expressionlessly at the ceiling, I find myself slowly mouthing your name as it repeats itself over and over inside my head. Then I begin to whisper it, memorizing the way my lips move when I say your name, and enjoying simply hearing your name spoken aloud. The sound disappears so fast, though, while your name continues to echo inside my head.