Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Elevator

Through tear stained eyes
I see him get on
and select floor number six

Please don't talk to me

Please don't talk to me

Please don't talk to me

"Is everything alright?"

He asks, as if he truly cares

And in twelve seconds
I explain my world

"I'm sorry. I hope it gets better."

And I think he actually meant it.


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