Elevators are a mystery to me G:)
haunted by a memory
of an elevator ride
my heart torn in pieces
carved with a sharp knife
if only I could grasp
some meaning in your eyes
I wouldn’t have to work
at reading between the lines
here I am in motion
imagining your kiss
the thorns from a rose
pierced me on the lift
the floor is done rising
eyes lower to the door
open hands left holding
what was broken long before
