The word sours on my tongue as I speak
While it falls like a stone.
It seems foreign
It comes out plastic
Grey clouds float into my head
As emotions pour down like rain
Droplets of confusion, love, and disdain
Soak my mind
Until I feel a flood approaching
All the while I ponder
Do many others feel the way I do
Speaking the same word?
If so, they are unknown to me.
For most, it contains feelings of love,
Oh, how would it feel
To be one of them?
I wonder if that word will evolve with time
If it will smooth rough edges
Or remain jagged
In years to come, how I might feel?
Hearing your name,