It's you...again

How is it
that you unwrap
that last hidden layer,
the one I put away
on a secret shelf
to shroud from
the sounds of strums?
It is you again
with your one word
gentlest of gestures
stirring that private
underground to the core.
You again like no other,
even as names appear
to distract and
hundreds of lines
may try and
thousands of characters
in white space inspire.
But how to forget
yours?
How to disremember
that open spirit
sweet in
the purest form?
How to dismiss
you --
ever so kind
ever so unavailable
you?
How?