The Elevator Relationship

In a block of apartments on different floors.

Thin walls and doors,

That's all that deprecates us.

She's stolen my heart and she doesn't know it.

Never said a single word to one another,

But hours we've spent with each-other.

I recognise her scent from a mile off.

The elevator bell rings,

Times up!

I curse under my breath as she leaves.

Another chance lost, and I lie to myself that tomorrow will be the day I speak to her,

Like I always do.

I walk to my floor, calling myself a coward with every step,

Then she creeps into my mind as I lay in my bed.

Alarm rings,

Rays if sun pierce through.

I roll over, get some music playing,

And I say to myself, "Today is it!".

I'll speak,

I'll say something,

And hopefully have her curve get lips to respond.

Have her speak to me and bless my ears.

With music that is her voice.

So I head out, confident, 

Kiss to the heavens for luck.

I get to the lift, bell rings, she's in there for me to get on.

Skin radiant as the sun,

Scent of vanilla.

My mouth watering,

I stand beside her, our eyes meet and I crack a smile.

The doors close.

The awkward silence fills the air,

It gets caught in my lungs.

The lift stops "Ground floor".

Her phone rings, I hear my song.

I make up my mind I'll do it when we get back,

She's leaving.

I'm about to walk out,

She turns around,

"Hey Ade, want to hang out?"

The elevator relationship