when she's half-asleep,

and when the boy asked me if i was okay
i had to take a moment to think:

wait, am i okay?
so why am i crying a pool of tears
swirling fast thoughts into my mind
mixed up and dangled, frayed and confused
with the tone of his voice in my head?
and when the memory came, i could see
him staring, holding on, and pushing
me closer so i could touch his face again,
willing me to put my lips on his shoulder and kiss
him while singing the words to my favorite song

but wait, what was his name?