While You Were Sleeping

I am a vessel

              that they come through.

I am the subway tunnel.

              The number two train.

I am the steady beat

              and the awaited summer rain. 

I am me. 

              I am incredible. 

I am the woman with so many names

               Dreams of a quiet fame.

I am your memories of remorse,

              worse and far more worse

              than any saddness you ever

              felt when you left me. 

I am you. I am that tear that

              fell so long ago finding its way

              down you cheek.

              I am you. I am me. 

              I am a Woman.

 

LLH