when you tell the world your name a bright cadence echoes through the ones you love and always finds its way back to you with clarity and with confidence

but when i tell the world mine a hopeful song it lingers in the distance waiting patiently to be passed around dinner tables with reluctance and deliberation

i know if i were you i too would believe in echoes

but if you were me you would shout endlessly so you could pretend that the ringing in your ears is your name returning to you after a long journey home

only to be told by those who hear their reflection to lower your voice