They

They, the forgotten names when she
entangle herself in him
evolve around and around her
when she is loved and agleam.

They, the sparkling smiles when she
cries herself over him
wraps arms around and around her
when she is lost and reamed.

They, the brilliant thoughts when she
traps herself within him
prevents thoughts spinning around and around
when her focus is insular and skimp.

They, the loves offered when she
braves the world with or without him
are the air floating around and around
whenever she needs to breathe.

In dedication to they: those who are more than just a name in my heart, and more than words can simply describe, thank you.