More than your name

 

I whispered more

than your name

last night

before finally

I slept.

 

I whispered more

than your name

last night,

bravely

into the dark,

like a poem

like a prayer.

 

I whispered more

than your name

last night,

hoping the soft

seeking syllables,

the wishing

wanting words

would somehow

reach you

and touch you

deep.

 

I whispered more

than your name

last night.

 

Perhaps

you didn’t hear.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Amy Judd