Eternity ?

I walk into the elevator, nod to the people already in.
Yes, I know them. People I work with.
There’s interesting talk inside, a bright – good morning,
A compliment – nice skirt, a smile,
A witty remark, smart repartee, a juicy gossip - hey, you know Clara’s broke up yesterday.
I wish the elevator took longer to reach.
And yet at times, just silence.
No conversations, no small talk all the way to the 16th floor.
Silence.
Checking the floor numbers.
Seems like an eternity. Anywhere else but here.
Enclosed and no place to go, although there are people I know in with me.
The door opens, I dart out.
That seemed like eternity.