Echoes

I hear your name whispered
and everything slows down
not to a full halt, but close
like a thrumming vibration
or flickering fluorescent light
and the only thing holding me together
is the reverberation of your name
within my hollow spaces.
I can't think of anything else to do
but carry this refractured echo
the memory of your name;
to wear it like a scar
open, untold
but not unseen.