I hate that name.

The one that aches my heart.
I see it everywhere.
And I just can't forget.

It's a brand of wood at Home Depot.
It's a director of my favorite film.
It's a dashing character in a book.

I can't escape it.
It's suffocating me.
I swear I will asphyxiate one day,
from the smothering I get.

I hate that name.

The one where hope is lost.

It brings the past back again.
It brings me horrors and impossible daydreams.
It brings delusions that some miracle will occur.

You're alive in your relations.
I have to face them everyday.
It's like tasering myself.

I hate that name.

It dredges up the lost opportunity.
It kills my good day.
It mutilates my happy mood.

Your face every time I hear it.
Your voice every time I see it.
Your smile every time I say it.

I hate that name.

Because you're not coming back.




Ever.