My name means everything,
and her name means nothing.
I speak to her in word-swing,
and push off of myself.
You can tell in her way of speaking:
through her, my name speaks itself.
If you stop to hear the wind sing,
it sings of the self.
If I stop to watch her dress cling,
it clings to the self.
Yet I am left here calling
out her name as if it were myself.