Your name

I heard your name
A year ago
It meant something sad and sweet
In a language I didn’t know

I heard you name
From a mutual friend
Who told me you didn’t like stories
Unless you knew how they would end

There’s always a huntsman
There’s always a wolf
There’s always a young girl
Who’s lost in the woods
And I feel like the whole cast
Whenever I hear your name

I heard your name
You introduced yourself
I don’t know what I said in return
But I must have said it well

I heard your name
I said it down the phone
Then heard it again when your mother lied
And said that you weren’t home

I hear your name
Everywhere I go
In overheard conversations
About football games and clothes

There’s always a murder
There’s always a clue
But who was the victim, dear
Me or you?
The jury is hung
And the tabloids howl your name

There’s always some fact
There’s always some fiction
It’s got to the stage
I don’t know which is which and
If my life were a song
Its title would be your name