I Wonder What You Think Of When You Hear My Name

I wonder if my name is a wound that wont heal.

Does it still taste like the sweet air that used to be enough to fill your lungs with life?

And when it makes your way down to your stomach, does the regret twist just like a knife?

Tanja Heffner

I wonder if my name is a flashing siren you try so hard to avoid.

Is the ruffling noise of your indecision on the ride home loud enough to drown it out?

I wonder if my name is a shiver down your spine or a chill you cant shake.

Tanja Heffner

Is it still tattooed on your heart, or am I just being naive?

I wonder if my name is a wound that wont heal.

I wonder if my name is a string of letters that sound like nothing but gibberish to you.

Is that what happened when you forgot that love was so much more than just another noun.

And did it feel like home for you too, before our storm tore it down?

I wonder if my name is just another footnote in your story.

I wonder if Shakespeare was right when he said a name is but another word.

I wonder if my name is a delivery package left on your doorstep that came a bit too late.

I wonder if, even after all this time, it takes you by surprise.