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.
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The intimacy you bring to this so simply is amazing.
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.
I think sometimes that the pieces that flow out like that often are the ones closest to the heart, and that resonates with others of similar mind.
Could be. Thank you, Miss Mimsy.