Elevator – May 21, 2019

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.

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