everything i do hangs
unspoken
on your name
all the people around sit
the same as i sigh as i sit
seemingly wait on the same
i see the world more brightly
every world that i word that i
say hangs on not saying it
not yet
not the other word, not quite
the other word waits
the other world waits
like a dove in hand
pecks uncertainly at my fingers
now?
can i fly now?
your name
and that word
unspoken in your name