The #2
1am
usually crowded
but empty now
We're alone
just you and me
just you and me
waiting to go home
waiting for my stop
You're asleep snoring
Are you waiting too?

     Love is a sweet torment.

Your beaten up, ***** boots
and your worn out blue jeans
slumped on the hard subway bench

I look at my reflection in the subway car window
getting lost in the image
Are you lost?
Am I?

     Love is a sweet torment.

I watch as the train moves
through the dimly lit tunnel
the lights there and gone and there and gone

What are you dreaming about? Are you
there and gone and
there and
gone?

My eyelids grow heavier
The jerks of the train ride
jolt me awake again
jolt me awake again
jolt me awake
jolt me
awake
jolt you
jolt
awake
again
me.

     Love is a sweet torment.