And so
I write your name
I etch the letters
down in the wood;
the desk becomes
a monument
of my insincerity
and lack of esteem
and you can see
it means very little
beyond just
this instance
It doesn’t endure
anymore than this
it gets so hard
to handle
and it’s a bitter pill
to swallow
you wrote my name
once
and it was misspelled
I didn’t complain
and I felt
too insecure
to enter protest
over the error