I want to hear it, just one time, I know who I am.
It is clear in my mind I will run toward the sound
I just wish somehow you might know
there is sometimes no other place I may go.
If she yelled, a scream of frustration, well then
at least I would, I would at least hear my name
and for just that moment know I do exist.
People around me are starting to die,
and I haven’t any way of understanding completely why
beyond the natural course of our lives.
I remember one time when that afternoon in the rain,
I always refer to the tarp come crashing off the rafters
startling us both, laughing, calling it some sort of omen,
we walked away holding hands and smiling
feeling the positivity of that moment.
Oh to have that rain again,
to hear my name from her lips,
to say I am the person she thought I was that day
not this shell of a man without confidence in
I would like if you might scream my name, once.
© Scott F Savage 12/2020