My Name

My name. I wonder, is it important?
It is said actions speak louder than words, so are words meaningless?
My name is over used, it's a worn out cliche.
What if instead of saying my name, he held my hand?
What if instead of yelling my name, he hugged me?
What if instead of thinking my name, he dreamed of me?
If only that were true, then maybe he could see me.
Instead of you.