Here is an unfamiliar name, inscribed upon stone. Words below: “Gone but not forgotten.” The name: to read, to utter, to wait. Something then exhumed. Not the one to whom it belonged. Someone else. Something else. Less secure. Less loving. Less warm. What refuses to stay gone. It has been written: on stone, on leaf, on screen. Something to be whispered. One to another. “Is it you?” Yes. “Where have you been?” Elsewhere. “Will you stay?” Yes. “For how long?” For now.