IN THE ELEVATOR WITH HIM
You and I
in the elevator
after a bitter fight,
not wanting to talk
or be together anymore.
A short ride
from the 3rd
to the ground floor,
felt like
there were thousands
more stairs to go,
even after
we reached the ground floor.
IN THE ELEVATOR WITH HER
We
find ourselves once more
caught in disagreement
We step into the elevator
drifting downward from the third floor
your anger suits you,
Even when it burns in my direction
I ache to pull you close
to feel the rhythm of your heart
echoing against my own
and whispers my apology
But silence lingers between us.
Maybe I am drawn to the way you look
when your eyes spark with anger against me,
From this moment forward, I vow never
to let sadness cloud your eyes again
From now on, I will
choose my words with care
Measuring every word
speaking gently and
as we glide toward the ground floor
treat you as the princess you have always been to me