Letters

The evening you lost your name
Letters were scattered on the sidewalk

Broken. 
Burnt. 

I found them - 

I lifted them up gently on my fingers
Looked into the bruised mirror
And smeared them on my cheeks

It felt warm.

And when the wind wanted to steal them away
I hid them in my bones
I clutched them close to my skin
And set them free within

Did you ?