Two Lifts
I drew you
like a breath
I tried to
keep the sketch
it wasn’t
mine to keep
you crumpled
it
and threw it
on a heap.
You grew, I
shrank.
We met
midway for a while
two
elevators
momentarily
aligned.
Then bye bye
you go your
way
I go mine.
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