“Nami”- Not that I hear anybody calling me that anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how it feels to be called “Nami”
He’s not around anymore but that doesn’t mean his voice doesn’t ring into my ears like before.
It finds me when I’m at my most vulnerable, lying on the floor.
It finds me in the middle of the night. It wakes me up from my nightmare and calls me – “Nami, you know we haven’t danced in a while”
Now that he isn’t here to take me in his arms but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel them around me anymore.
“Nami!” No, I don’t get called “Nami” anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t get the shivers down my spine.
“Nami” – That name gives me so much to remember yet so much to forget at the same time.
Now that he isn’t here to call me “Nami” but that doesn’t mean I can stop my tears from rolling down my cheeks.
Nami loved being her. Just because he isn’t here anymore that doesn’t mean Nami doesn’t exist.
Nami was naïve. Nami was in love.
Now Anna holds the pillow a little tighter every night so that it soaks up all the tears and the blood.