“What’s Your Name?”

What’s your name?

As if that would tell me

Who you are.

I saw you for the first time

The other day,

We met in a car.

You gave the prettiest smile

I’d seen in a while,

Or maybe my whole life.

I asked so you told me.

I haven’t forgotten,

Some memories can be rewritten

Or beautified or left to become dusty

But your name isn’t something I can forget.

I only ask again because I feel like there’s more.

I should’ve asked “who are you?”

That’s what i want to know.

And it’s only been two car rides,

To church and back,

But I feel confident in saying

Your name is not enough for me.

Not that one at least.

I want to know what to call

your beauty, and

your reason.