Elevator door open
I look at ceiling
You stare at floor
6 floors up
I escalator up
You escalator down
I look left.
You look right.
We catch a glance of each other
Without a hint of acknowledgment.
Then I heard…They said you passed on.
I’m sorry our eyes
Like the look between quarterback and receiver
Before they connected for a score.
Incomplete. Dropped. Missed.
To commit an illegal procedure
Stop the elevator between floors
Look you in the eye and ask, “how are you.”
It didn’t happen
We both carried on
Business as usual.