Name

We are the first to write our name
Hair dripping
Feet sore
The page is stark and white
We would ask for anything but help
Tiny letters spill over the edge of the cup
We are outside
Writing our sentence
By the shore
Listening to the bells
The door is open but we dare not leave
We are getting old
In a quiet midnight room
We will remember our name
Hair dripping
Feet sore.