Not the first time I am writing about you

Knowing how the world of gravity treats you

On a hurry evening, we met and spend a few seconds

In a dusky, rusty, singing elevator

I am sure you are not living in an elevator forever

You must have been a visitor like me

Hope you had a great journey on the walls

Have you felt the pain of a steel rope?

Why did you prefer the topmost corner this time?

Many questions, leaving you, my wizard

Gazing at the gory tales of gravity and my eyes