Fourteen of us flat-packed into a lift
barely enough room for us all, more claustrophobic than cosy
all silently watching the floor numbers counting upwards
as if the only way to ensure we reach the correct destination is to monitor that meter mutely
and just like the delivery of a new dining suite we all disembark at the same floor
leaving the lift lacking and empty
except for a child’s shoe.
(There’s always some small part left over after assembly.)