38 weeks
I want to write her name in the sky. And watch it blow away in the wind. I want to scream her name with joy Pronouncing every syllable Savoring each sound like fine wine Or rich chocolate cake. I want to fold perfect paper airplanes filled with each letter And fly them into space. I want her name in a bottle Across the sea. I want her name to mean something in this world. I want to know it is more than a whisper from my mouth Or a dream inside my head. I want the idea of her to be Honored and exalted. She is holy and her name is holy Her name is my love Her name is forgiveness Redemption And light Her name is my devotion my loss my grief my pain my wonder Her name is my secret My heart is broken but when they cut it open, no matter how they poke and prod, her name will remain in my swishing heartbeat in the oxygen that fills my body Lifting my exhaustion. It is her name that pulls at my heart Making it beat faster She's th