THE WORD

This is the word

As it had been spelt out

Repeated

And confirmed

And was blocked

By a block in the memory lane

A noun

That I would have liked

To have called out

From the roof top

The name that had gone missing

When no one knew

That something was amiss.

I would have loved

To roll it on my tongue

To spit it out

As a pithy something

That was not there,

A memory,  maybe.

But I too was missing

For long

For myself,  and for others.

Maybe, someday perhaps

Things could become more even

So that those lost

Could all be found

And a walk down the lane

Could have filled you

With smiles.