There you are, standing at the corner
even with a full occupancy, your presence is still distinguished.
From a floor above to the ones below,
we reside in this setup with people we barely know.
I dare not look your way,
nor even speak to someone like you
so, aside from saying hi
what else is there to do?
I dig my brain to find something to say,
quick, think of something
time is slipping away!
"Ting!"
The elevator door opens,
"that's me" you say,
It's too late.
"excuse me" you say
I'm too late.
You strode past me,
as time and tide waits for no man,
And left me
exactly where I stand.
This elevator is still filled with people,
even so, it feels empty without your presence.
Though we part our separate ways,
I still look forward to our next encounter,
In this elevator
Every second,
Every minute,
Every hour,
of everyday.
Life is short, as short as a journey in the elevator. If you don't grasp that long-awaited opportunity, it might slip away and never come back. I say, cherish those wonderful moments in your life that make you feel so alive. I haven't found mine yet, have you?
.just felt a little poetic,l e n a.
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