I dream that I forget your name
and in that moment I remember
it’s the most important possession
I own
I search for it in the hidden
recesses of my mind
chasing, frantic, after an essence trail
green and blue
ever disappearing
but I know it should be there
I know I have to find it
before I lose myself
for the memory of you is all
I own
when I awake, the word
now intact, returned
I have the most irrational urge
to write it on my wrist
ink and blood intertwined
so there’s no chance of ever
losing you again
even in my dreams