You are terribly far away
like sitting across a café table
with ample room for pasta plates,
much too far for bumping knees.

Remember how I came around
and sat beside you? The world
gets smaller after dark, leaving
only what’s close enough to touch.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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4 Responses to Remoteness

  1. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    The intimacy you bring to this so simply is amazing.

    • Ray Sharp says:

      To be honest (not trolling for praise) this was something I wrote last night and was not sure if it was a poem, or if it had any artistic merit, but it seems to have struck a chord with a few people.

  2. Ray Sharp says:

    Could be. Thank you, Miss Mimsy.

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