Wednesday

Sleeping on the subway
while you're driving into
work, on a rainy Wednesday
morning, cities apart.
I dream that you're with me,
sitting in the seat next
to mine, holding my hand
as I doze off, lulled by the
motion of the train. But
you are somewhere else,
not too far but far enough
for me to feel the absence
in my chest, and I open my
eyes to see an asian
grandmother in your seat.
I retreat to my dreams, of
rainy mornings with you,
only to be called back
by an announcer who informs
me that I've arrived at
Union station.

I sigh, and count the hours
until I can feel close to you.