who am I

Who am I?

Am I the woman I know?

Or am I a shadow life doesn't follow?

Am I trapped in the monotonous breath?

Or am I free like the color white?

Who is it you talk to when you're talking to me?

Am I making sense or am I echoing air?

Does my mouth form words or does it deafen the silence?

How do you know me?

Did you look at me twice or did you turn your back to come back later?

Did you like my face?

Or did it camouflage with the moment?

Do you think of me?

Or am I an emotion you place on the side table before you sleep?

Do I ever make your now and then?