Somewhere, far there
In the midsky
High so high above the moon
He scribbles the beloved name
Standing happily, he knows it remains his beloved name.
Death knocked on their door, robbed her and left
But her's is still his favorite name.
Her voice is only a firm memory in him
And her smile is loosely buried in his brain,
But her name will remain his favorite
And after his he writes hers.
© Namaganda