Maybe,
one day,
my words will come
unbidden
to your mind.
Maybe
you will whisper them
as a prayer against the darkness,
or sing them
to your sleeping child.
Maybe,
one day,
my name will be
the mantra that you exhale,
or the echo that follows
every heartbeat.
Maybe
you will hear my name
in a crowded room,
or in the absence
after a book has closed.
Maybe.
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