When that person calls you by a name that isn't yours,
Before you roll your eyes and gasp
And allow yourself to burn
From the flames of such a disregarded fire.
Stop for a moment and listen.

For this is the word
That formed in the brain,
Of this said person
When he or she recorded the concept of you
In the very mind's eye.

And if there's something in a name,
Then there might be something, too,
In the sounds and syllables that
He or she relegates to personify you.

Or maybe this person is in tune
With some lost former life of yours,
And calls you by that name you had.
And in a flash of de javu,
You'll wonder who you really are,
And wonder that this skin flint
Seems so confident to know.

But maybe your parents didn't listen,
Or maybe they gave too much mind
To the pulses of the universe
That came to light when you were born,
And maybe said jerk
With a casual glance can see
All of your forest thru all of your trees,
And conjures up a name above all names,
The name you should have had.

Or maybe he or she's forgotten you,
And remembers someone else instead.

-jenn