I hope you hear whispers of my name all around you.
That people you’ve spoken to have seen me recently.
I hope my name is on the tip of your tongue- that my face darts around your peripheral vision.
I hope you remember the faint taste of salt on my skin where you would kiss me.
I hope my name bounces around the back of your throat when you mean to call out hers.
I hope the legend of me is something you never forget.