any.other.name

if i were a ripple along the waterfront

you’d notice me

because you always pay attention to

little things like that.

 

if i were a song cascading from the beak of the sparrow

you’d hear what i have to say

listen intently, even

and remember every note i played, forever.

 

if i were the moon…

you’d track me across the sky, but, more importantly-

you’d wait, with baited breath

for me to rise, and then to set.

 

if i were someone else,

you’d wait anxiously by your phone

wishing i would text or ring

or maybe just show up at your door.

 

if i were a rose

my petals would be falling

their edges browning cuz i am cut from the vine

and i am no longer beautiful to you.