My shortest fling

i dont know what to name you
so you shall remain the nameless one.

met you in the elevator a while ago
you came in,
smiled.
i looked up,
smiled.
and like you didnt matter,
i returned to my text world.
when you spoke to me.
you spoke.
i mean... boy did you ever speak!

pulling me right out of that trance...
you spoke me out of it
gave me a short time away
from away...


tall, big grin animated your face.
you are beautiful.
so so beautiful.

strange.
i hardly noticed your lack of melanin.

yet i felt it.
you should be mine...
for a little while
as we elevated through those floors
for some silly reason
i had the pleasure of being with you.
you were mine.
and you cherished my love,
and gave us your all.
and cared for me.
supported me.
bubble baths, candles lit... dinner on me...

you wanted the best for me.

you are my shortest fling.

so it makes me so sad
to hear you say today
that you'd be moving away.
you've found another place.

"congratulations"
and you replied...
"yeah, we bought a house."
i wanted to ask...
who did you buy it with?