You never call me by my name 
While I always call you by your name 
Because your name, as common as it is, dances on the tip of my tongue
Rapidly gathering an emphatic materiality — a weight, a momentum, a fullness   
That can only be released through the larynx. 
I don't call other names orally 

You never call me by my name though 
As if it’s a top secret that cannot be uttered 
As if it’s an impossible melody to hum 
As if it’s a regret life cannot afford 
As if it’s a bell ring that would trigger  
A crumble of you