Names

I could not sleep

In the night, dear,

Said the old man

To his coughing wife,

Because,

---Although she had not asked the why? He decided to explain anyway

On that foggy day, amidst the silent fir trees, and phantom villages---

I tried to recall the name of

The younger brother of my

Child-hood friend that I have left

Behind in that dusty old town

In the North,

Some thirty years ago,

I could never find him or

His younger brother there,

During my subsequent visits,

Becoming rare and rarer,

 Till I

Finally stopped

Going altogether!

What does it matter?
Asked the spouse,

A tad irritated,

When it is the popular culture;

A lot, dear, a lot,

Said the old man,

Tone suddenly strong,

To

ME, at least,

IT MATTERS

A lot!