namesake (poem)

I am fourty four years old,
and still calmed by the thought of your name;
it used to calm the storms on the coast,
the seaside town where i'd stay.

And as I scrunch my eyes together,
a chasm collects within me,
but when, at last, you are mentioned-
no storm, no rain, not windy.

Your label written on filter paper
could resurrect my lungs-
your title curing gum disease,
ne'er a blackened tongue. 

Your term could last semesters,
you've been christened an angel im sure-
and the handle you were aptly given
sits well upon my door.

You're dubbed for two different languages,
you're called and you answer each time,
and even if you are not always present,
your tag shall still remain mine.

And me, I never did take yours
and you wonder what became
of you and the "girl along the shore"
alas, he never asked my name.

Now the days glow, bleet, wilder-
your self doth not appear
My friend, I think you none the wiser
to how i've spent these years.