What name you will give it?

I haven’t felt safe enough to speak from a place of security in so long,

maybe safe isn’t the right word, maybe secure is better,

I haven’t felt secure in two years, but I have felt open,

and terribly so,

to all that the heart could be open to, grieving the loss of nations and now of you,

my past prepared me well, this time I won’t deny it of the ache.

I use that word a lot, but it’s oh so familiar how could I not give it a name?

I wonder when I will forget yours, although I never want to,

I will keep you like an oath, into and through the ache.

You may never know it, but it will know you.

I am my mothers daughter, I should have known, I should have known.

I wonder what conclusions you will draw through all of this?

I wonder what name you will give it?