To The Girl With The Same Name As Me
7 weeks since
6 letters
2 spellings
1 dead
I'm alive
Her name meant
“pure beauty”
but nothing beautiful
comes from the sound
of my,
hers,
our name.
The two syllables of
a seemingly innocent
name turns my
heart into a tornado,
my mind into a volcano.
Her name meant
“pure beauty”
but what is beautiful
about a 17 year old
dead.
My name means
“keeper of keys”
but who holds the keys
to the past
because it's been
too long since my,
hers,
our name
could be spoken without
sadness,
pain,
loss.
Who knew a single
word could reduce me
to tears,
hyperventilating,
and the feeling of
sliding,
skidding on an
icey road.
And not knowing
mug you'll stay on
the road or off
or on or off or on
My name means
“keeper of keys”
but I can't seem
to find the keys to
the reasons why.
And I remember that
when I was younger
I hated my name.
I begged my mother
to let me change it
to something else,
anything else.
She would tell me
that I'd grow to love it.
That these 6 letters
would be mine.
But it's been 10 years
since I stopped
begging
and the sound of my
hers,
our name
makes my stomach
turn,
heart yearn
for her to be alive.
Names hold meanings,
hold stories,
hold life
and when you share
a name with someone
you hold not only the
memories of your life,
but also the memory of theirs.
Her smile could light up
a room, and her eyes were
melted amber.
And I have yet to meet
someone as loving,
caring,
thoughtful as her.
And now it’s just me,
our duo is down to one,
and I have to live for
not only me,
but also what she was
supposed to be
7 weeks since.
6 letters.
2 spellings.
And she's dead.
But her name is still alive.
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