Going Up and Out

We both wait in silence.  I hold the door, letting my fingers linger against the metal openings until you are safely inside.  We both press our fingers into the bacteria ridden plastic and glance nervously at the lit numbers, hoping that one of us exits soon.  There is no exhale of breath as we realize we must travel four floors before we part. Waiting in the silence, one of us pulls out our phone. The other lifts...