The many people push off the train.
I must stay on, but everyone is leaving.
And pushing me along with them.
Their dull faces not caring that staying,
not going with the flow of people,
is everything to me.

As I'm about to be pushed out,
I fight back, looking back into the train.
There is a couple standing there,
they somehow escaped the flow.
Holding hands, smiling brightly.
Moving in closer.
"NO!!" I shout as the people block my sight
and I'm carried out.

No....that was my everything.
That should have been me.

I should have been her.
I should have been holding his hand.
I should have been happy.