The stillness of the night
was punctuated with the whirring
of the elevators –
transporting us from the 15th floor
to the penthouse and back.
Transacting feelings through
incomplete words, gestures and stares
Half a kiss, quarter of a hug, a quick glance
All leading to more confusion –
because what takes place in this
too busy hotel cannot be consummated
by the truth.
A vicious cycle of selfish wanting,
waiting and wishing.
Tell me, if I were ever yours,
would you have wanted me
the way you want me now?
I didn’t think so.
No common ground.
Just this elevator.
And the endless ride to nowhere.
There is no salvation for cowards hiding
in the shadows –
Half-strangers, half-lovers in the night.