A name that still exists

~

I could have stuck a pin in it
popped it like a balloon on a string
holding on to everything within
but it seemed more appropriate to just let it go

To float away, slowly deflate
and maybe be found again someday
after the songs on the record player have changed
and ghosts no longer dance the night away

Maybe your brain slows down when you age
maybe it gives you time to think
to finally catch up with thoughts
that kept running away

I could wipe the mirror clean and dress up my face
but I'm still the same
strolling through the cemetery
looking for a name that still exists

~