The Faceless Name
My # 10 for National Poetry Month 2015
i wonder,
if we had met earlier
would it have been different,
your name less of an enigma
upon lips
whose best
years now float
behind her . . .
But meeting late,
my perspective, tilts.
Had i not seen you at all
amidst rubble tossed,
i still may have found you,
but perhaps
with my nameplate
a bit skewed.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015