You Keep Me

Whether it be the Brooklyn bound F train

Or the Bronx bound A Train

I cannot tell you how many times

I often think of bending my head

Over the platform edge

Hover it over the tracks

As the oncoming train comes

So, it hits my head

My death comes immediately

But its only you

Thoughts of you

That keeps me alive

© 2006 David Greg Harth

06.02.19.19:53:40@296NYC