mrs. so and so

Suddenly, life has a new aim.
One name.
That name
You yearn to be shouted out by the warden.
That name,
Ringing like an anticipatory chant in your ears
Through the day, as you stroll
The corridors of curses, questions
And prayer. Blessed are you once a day
And once at night.
For a name,
Much more than a name,
Searches your glimpse
At the very point of waking.
Awaits your possibly last monologue
And passes into slumber
With your face perfectly etched in the mind.
It’s that name,
Much more than a name
You ache to watch, to talk to,
To feed. To capture
In a forever memory card
With every blink of the eye camera
What wouldn’t you do for that name?
What would you do until they call that name?