Sestina

I

lost you

somewhere

in the dreaming.

in the stars  and

every constellation  you can(‘t) name.

  oh ,  what’s  in  a  name  ?

a rose by any other name, I

think,      would smell as sweet    (and

probably look the same,too) don’t you

think    that every  weed  is dreaming

there is a garden for her somewhere?

somewhere

out there, my/your/our name(s)

mean everything, darling. but I am only day-dreaming;

I

am only a silly, silly girl, you

know. and

you’re my silly little boy. and

now    we’re       somewhere

but nowhere.      (I know you

not by face and not by name)

am I

only dreaming?

       dreaming?

(who does that anymore?) and

who wants you anymore?      I

don’t have the time for those things. somewhere,

we are busy. we are killing in the name

of—you

know we are killing in the name of—all that you

are        dreaming—

killing in the name—

of,  love.         and

death. and life. somewhere

you are lying  in the stars. I

        know that I left you

somewhere     in the dreaming—

I woke up and forgot your name.