The Elevator

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

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