Once the elevator doors shut
The energy changes
Everything about this enclosed space tingles
The rush of my pulse is so loud
I am sure you can hear it pounding
When I turn to look at you
I find you looking back
You are wearing a grey hoodie and washed out jeans
The absence of color makes your eyes this crazy shade of blue
Almost like a picture of Bora Bora
But without any green
Pure and bottomless
Then you smile back
And I realize that we have both instinctively leaned in
Toward the other
As if some outside force is pulling us in against our will
But just as that is happening
The elevator chimes and the doors open
Others enter invade our tiny space and when I look over again
You are gone
– Robert A. Cozzi
