I saw you on the train the other day,
Crying out under the burden
Of someone else’s sorrows,
Or at least I imagined that it was you,
And that you were crying,
And that the sorrows were not your own.
I saw you down the hall as well,
Standing in perfect stillness,
Knees bent under the weight
Of our caprice,
Head bowed as if in prayer,
Or at least I pretended it was you,
And maybe even said a prayer of my own
To the Old Gods we used to howl to,
When the moon was full of joy,
And so were we.