In an elevator

Photo: Tibu Borgstén

I got a message

just when I last expected one

to come.

And I had to sit down

preventing myself from stepping out

into heaven or hell - of love.

Why this reminder

of your first kiss!

The same one you totally lost

and forgotten -

while me still carrying it

on my raspberry lips.

I´ve always loved to kiss

special in elevators.

But never had the chance to

dance around in a one - with you.

Who knows - you´l meet me again one day.

But for now I sit and wonder like Alice -

in a Wonderland, called Life.

Would you recognize me - or

would we both just walk past?

Or would you catch me again

this time in an elevator

full will kisses and miracles?