The elevator

Hey, remember that first night
When you did not hate me yet
And we only exchanged flirtation and snarky comments?

I arrived at your building and the doorman let me in
I took the elevator going up to meet you
You went down the stairs to meet me

I do not know how I did not see this as a sign
That we would always be in the wrong place, in the wrong time
And perhaps we should never have crossed paths

Hey, remember when you started hating me?
I asked you to stay away, but you wanted the last word
I did not give it to you.

Worry not, though, because we have been jettisoned
Flying fast on the opposite direction of your disgust
And if you think that I couldn't have the last word,
Wait until you get a taste of my silence.