Third level

Pulling into the 

Parking garage,

It is empy.

Early morning 

Sun is creeping 

Out and shining 

Through the cracks

Of the walls.

I go to the second

Level and park

Where no one 

Else will be.

Sitting in the stillness

Before the city

Starts moving.

Calmness.

I breath in,

Enjoying this moment

Before my

Busy day gets 

Going.

Thinking of you.

How you fit.

My phone buzzes and 

I look down to see 

A message from you.

You ask how I am,

And say you we're thinking 

About me.

I reply,

Thinking about you

On the second level

Of the garage.

You send a message

Back....

Second levels nice,

What's on the 

Third level.

I respond,

Hmmmm

Not sure.

You quickly send

Your

Message back to 

Me.

I look down

To the words

On the screen.

I smile .

The words you sent me say,

 Hold my hand,

We are going 

To the third 

Floor.

As I get out

Of my

Car 

A little 

Breeze floats 

By my ears.

It whispers,

You are 

Ready.