Elevator

Poem of a Guy on Elevator
A person in the elevator. The first person you’ve seen. As he presses the button, wondering were do you want to be? He smiles at you feeling subtle gesture crossing your face. You find yourself watching the numbers run along slowly coming too place. As you go up feeling the air contender cooling your body. You want to say something too the man on your right, as he looks into the ground with no expression. Then your final destination appears. The door opens with the light falling on your face as your step out, the man smiles at you while you slowly walk out of the elevator.