Your name

Your name is known by a hundred people. About six people are aware that you are in risk. Although they don't know your name, a thousand people who witness you tripping in the bus or getting coffee all over your shirt in the shop know everything else. The sidewalk is covered by your shadow. Your sigh lingers inside the leaves and between the branches. Remember the golden morning foaming pouring in through the curtain when you consume big pieces of the sun every day? Your skin cannot be rubbed dry. See how the tides move in cursive when the moon sends you a love letter? Although your existence may be forgotten, your absence cannot be.