Thinking of You

You said my name each time I came back to you. I always came back to you, but you always tried to save me.
Now, as the pristine sun sets on 2018, I’m reminded of your words.
I’m reminded of my own name, which I dare not speak or utter.
Should I be myself, or is it just a word?
I’m sure you would know, but your in the clouds and I’m down here calling to you.