“You kept running away,” she said,
pushing me against the wall,
pressing me into place
in a very unfamiliar way.

“I didn’t mean to,” I gulped,
coming up for air
as she pulled herself off of me.
I didn’t want her to,
but I felt uncomfortable
vulnerable. Who could see us here?
Would we be in the way?

“Should we go somewhere?”
I asked, knowing full well
we’d just left her apartment
because she had places to go
and I was no longer
in great shape to be traveling much at all.

“No, I gotta go,” she sighed,
looked at me with those eyes,
and leaned upon me again
in a way I would soon come to know
quite well.

We walked from the stairwell to the elevator.
She pushed down, and the door began to slide.
When we were enclosed,
it began again.
There was nowhere to run.