SAy My NAME...
A break in the conversation. Her head drops down to focus on the tiny sandwiches that adorn her plate. She starts to methodically pick apart the sandwiches, taking extra care to not make a mess as a lady with class would do. I watch her as she begins to fade away amidst the sound of the plasma televisions and the clash and clamor of the nearby bowling alley takes hold. In that moment of commotion and fury I was overtaken by a brief instance of peaceful serenity where my mind opened an inner dialogue.
"What's her name [OBLiVioN]? " the small, unobtrusive, seemingly harmless voice within my mind beckoned so casually.
My eyes furiously scanned over her as I paused for a brief moment then responded, "Her name is...it's..."
"Go ahead [OBLiVioN], say her name. What's her name?" the voice once again continued, in a plain tone that was neither mocking nor supportive - a simple statement of fact that spoke volumes.
"It's...her name is...it's...her name...her name, it's..."
"You don't know her name do you?"
It was date three and we had casually text messaged for weeks, we had spent numerous nights at Trivia together and yet after all that time, in that moment, I could not recall her name. Just a week before I drove her home on a cold rainy Tuesday night, walking her up to her apartment before leaving her with a warm hug and yet I could but just sit and guess at what her name might be.
"Her name, [OBLiVioN], what is it?"
I pull out my phone and scan through the contacts, finding her. She stops from her meal and looks up at me. I smile, and respond 'How is your meal /ATB?' She smiles back with a warm, hearty smile, that implies everything will be ok.
I smile back, pondering what it means to not be able to recall a name, then I slowly let it go..
"What's her name [OBLiVioN]? " the small, unobtrusive, seemingly harmless voice within my mind beckoned so casually.
My eyes furiously scanned over her as I paused for a brief moment then responded, "Her name is...it's..."
"Go ahead [OBLiVioN], say her name. What's her name?" the voice once again continued, in a plain tone that was neither mocking nor supportive - a simple statement of fact that spoke volumes.
"It's...her name is...it's...her name...her name, it's..."
"You don't know her name do you?"
It was date three and we had casually text messaged for weeks, we had spent numerous nights at Trivia together and yet after all that time, in that moment, I could not recall her name. Just a week before I drove her home on a cold rainy Tuesday night, walking her up to her apartment before leaving her with a warm hug and yet I could but just sit and guess at what her name might be.
"Her name, [OBLiVioN], what is it?"
I pull out my phone and scan through the contacts, finding her. She stops from her meal and looks up at me. I smile, and respond 'How is your meal /ATB?' She smiles back with a warm, hearty smile, that implies everything will be ok.
I smile back, pondering what it means to not be able to recall a name, then I slowly let it go..