I still think of her name sometimes.
6 letters. 3 syllables.

I think of how it must have made his heart warm,
and later how it made him want to run.
A lie-baby, names combined.

Would his mom have liked her more?
6 to 6. 3 to 2.
Would she have let him run to her?
900 miles, 3 states. 15 miles, across town.

He said he name as he held me in secret,
mentioned it throughout the afternoon he stole me away from it all,
moments before I thought of kissing him.
He thought of kissing me.
Did he name divert my lips?
3 syllables. 3 seconds of silence.

And then her name was gone,
deleted letter by letter.
1-2-3-4-5-6

I still remember it sometimes,
when he mentions summer
and that first night we spent together,
when he mentions first-times.
Her name.

6 letters.
Amazingly maddened, a notable dread, amended.
3 syllables.
Did he dream?