So Close Together And Yet So Far Apart…

Painting of a bus

The other day I ended up in a crowded city bus,

Huddled with you between an elephantine lady and a pinguid man.

We were so close together that I could catch a whiff of coffee in your breath,

And smell your coconut shampoo.

Your sleepy eyes watched the moving

Pictures in the window frame,

Shops and people in an endless row,

And now and then, a homeless dog.

My hopes were certainly absurd:

That the bus would abruptly halt

And your denim hips

Would bump into me

Or better yet, that the bus would crash into a Coca-Cola truck

And you would tumble over me

Breaking my spine, my neck, my heart.

Alas, all that happened was the next bus stop

Where you elbowed your way out

(My ribs still ache)

And descended without looking back

Vanishing into a ghostly crowd…

So close together and yet so far apart!

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15 thoughts on “So Close Together And Yet So Far Apart…

  1. I moved to a big city recently and can appreciate this so much. Your words paint a wonderful & realistic picture.

  2. Pinguid. I too had to look it up. An interesting word that I’ve never come across before & ironic that you, a non-native English speaker, should be the one to introduce us to it πŸ˜‰ Really lovely poem. Nice slice of life with the crowded bus, being alone in a crowd & the bitter-sweet contrast of your slightly amusing yet touching romantic dreams with (literally) painful reality. I hope one day you collect your poems together & publish πŸ™‚

    1. I think we should call them almost-poems, Pam. I actually have a compilation of the better ones on my computer and plan to publish it in the near future, at least digitally.

  3. Love this:

    “That the bus would abruptly halt

    And your denim hips

    Would bump into me

    Or better yet, that the bus would crash into a Coca-Cola truck

    And you would tumble over me

    Breaking my spine, my neck, my heart.”

    Just beautiful, Vincent!

  4. Living in a very large city like Chicago, I can completely relate! Sometimes I think here the breath smells rather like coconut, and the hair adorned with whiffs of coffee. Ah, but I digress! Love your post, my dear! Hugs, Cher xo

  5. maybe it’s because i’m one of those angry young men that isn’t an ‘angry young man’ but this moment you describe holds infinite depth to me. you captured it well, i liked the first half especially!

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