Elevator

*Originally for cinny's 'That Elevator' competition*


Smoke rises, uncaged birds will fly away and doors will open, that's just the way things always seem to go

The wind of her arrival ripples tediums dark waters. Music plays, in minds or ears, neither seems to know

As they rise, possibilities rise with them. Eyes meet and lips quirk, cheeks begin to glow

Gentle sighs and murmured 'Hi's' may this time  lead to something more, in silent soil nothing likes to grow

Music stops, their hearts drop, landing with a ping. Gazes slip
away as smoke does, lingering and slow

The smoke rose, the uncaged birds soared free, doors opened and as they always seem to do, slowly swing closed. Footprints made in  minds, are ones you cannot show