Stepping into an elevator,
My arm falls back
In-between the sliding doors.
Waiting for you.
Your feet shuffle faster.
Politeness overload.
A courteous hi, hello, or how are you?
A slight lift of the cheeks?
Quick, eyes to the ground,
Always facing the buttons.
Maybe, a comment about the weather.
All bartering little conversation.
No thank you,
Uncomfortable anyway.
Let’s be honest.
I would prefer…
Openly sharing.
At this pinpoint
With a stranger.
A minute come and gone.
Set yourself free,
Just tell me.
DoRee MelNic 