December 5, 2009

Your name, my name.

Does my name scurry across the back of your mind,
once in awhile?
Like shadow footsteps going ‘round the corner,
fleeting.
Because yours haunts mine,
like a secret you shouldn’t know.
Magnets we are like;
Opposites come together,
but our similarities push us apart.
Did we both burn
in the others fires,
or did we
extinguish one another,
smothering, smouldering.
Tell me,
does my name cross your mind?