Honorable Mention

In the middle of the story, when somebody puts down 
their foamed-over glass to ask, “Wait, who is this again?”
and you blink twice between
				Oh, you don’t know her,
				The one that got away,
				The one who let me go,
				A wide spot in the road,
and a long sigh before continuing,
I will wake with ringing ears,
listening for my name.

-Published in Banshee, Issue 1.