There is no name but then it’s absence and torment. My life is built around sane choices w/ an acceptation of a person, even though in a few seconds, I’m in memory * of that person to come. Haw. 
 
That a fact?   
 
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire.  
 
* The memory part is often vice versa.