Nanashi

To me,
You never had a nickname;
An endearment to call you by.

My friends and I spoke about you in code,
Giggling like the school girls we were,
But inside my head, there was no code,
No endearment – not even your name.
I never thought of you with a name.

I never had to think of you with words.
Though I’ve written a lot about you,
I’ve never called you darling, honey, or my love.
I’ve definitely never thought of you as my baby, or
Sweetums.
Ha! I’m pretty sure you’d have my head for that one.
(I would if our roles were reversed!)

I’ve never called out your name in my mind,
Because when I see your face with my closed eyes,
You’re more than Jen.
You’re your name but so much more.
You’re a misty morning sunshine
On my bruised and weary heart,
Yet more.

So much more.