NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing

What’s in a Name?

The crazy thoughts of youth.

I remember the day you said

you’d rather take my name.

I was humbled and shocked,

But I didn’t know what to say.

I wanted your name so much,

Much more than my own.

I wondered if we could,

if we should, just maybe,

come up with one of our own.

I pictured our future that very day.

While it didn’t come to pass,

And our paths went different ways,

I hope you know, I do wish we had.

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