He had a name.
He has an eponym.
It is still deeply rooted
in the center of my heart.
And though I try
not to utter his name,
play with the two syllables,
my heart echoes it
from some mystical place
I can never reach.
He has a name.
It is a noun
and every so often
it carries an adjective,
attaching a memory
to the few small letters.
Sometimes they are loving words,
others not so sweet….
If every man I’ve loved
clung so tightly
I would have drowned
in an ocean of
descriptive despair
full of letters and sounds.
But he had a name.
He has a beautiful pseudonym.
I can’t seem to release it
to the vastness of the universe
because it returns,
boomeranged with force,
periodically into my words,
smiling in its relief.
His name is implanted,
crisscrossed into mine,
for what seems a forever
and ever of a lifetime.
Moments with Millie 
I had to go to the dictionary to find the meaning of the word “eponym” — it’s a word I’d never seen, let alone heard, before — so you taught me something new this morning. Now, as for the poem itself, I love it! It’s thoughtful, and thought provoking. It makes me wonder who this mystery man is…and I love the mystery!
Lmao. Love you sweetie.
you.got.it.bad. eh? smile..
Horribly bad. Sickening bad. (smile)
I have no idea what you are talking about(devious smirk)
Yeah right!
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I am very honored. Thank you so much.
You are welcome.Kind Regards!
Eponym. I love the sound of that word. Beautiful poem.
Awwww thanks.
Oh I’m feeling this.. beautiful.
Thank you!
🙂