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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