“Love at first sight third floor tall man i was mesmerized its ok for us not to be”

It happened by the elevator, that golden autumn light—  
A moment’s turn, and suddenly, my world felt feather-bright.  
Third floor, tall as a cathedral spire,  
You stood—unaware you sparked a fire—  
In a heartbeat, every shadow fled to flight.  

Suit neatly pressed, yet eyes uncaged and free,  
I caught the glint of laughter in the glance you tossed to me.  
Your hello was brief as falling rain,  
Yet sweet enough to ease old pain—  
The kindred note in a silent symphony.  

No promises hidden in that single stare,  
Just two souls crossing, drifting, met with open air.  
I hovered in your gravity,  
Mesmerized by what could be—  
The easy call, the silent dare.  

But here’s the gentle, unclaimed truth:  
Not every moment buds into enduring youth.  
It’s okay for us to simply part,  
To carry on with lighter hearts—  
Your memory, a poem in a waiting booth.  

So thank you, tall man on the third floor,  
For showing just how lovely chance can be.  
Love at first sight sometimes means—  
Letting go of in-between—  
And leaving space for possibility.

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