I feel like you just left the elevator to get on your floor
And i stayed
But my heart followed you
And the elevator doors slammed on my heartstrings.
And I’m left hanging there. Lifeless.
But you just keep walking. You’re moving along, going on your journey, not hearing everything behind you. Not seeing.
And why would I ask for your help when we agreed to get on different floors?
Why would I interrupt you on your journey
Keep you from going where you need to go
Just because I’m hurting
This isn’t my journey
I just got on the elevator
That’s all I did.
Yet I’m hanging.