Love and Longing In The Lift

for Gdawg, where/whenever he may be

It happened again the other day

Taking the lift, as I normally do.

I swear I felt your presence there,

Beside me,

Almost like you were really there ...

Like we could just smile, and reach out take each other's hand.

Then, in the exact moment that feeling resonated,

Realization followed,

Sorrow was swallowed,

and I arrived at my floor.

I took a deep (steadying) breath,

Opened the lift door,

and stepped out (determinedly)

Out to my reality.

As alone as when I was before that tantalizingly tangible tic of time.

Where are you?

Has our "lift" door closed?