We were a table apart.
So close—yet impossibly far.
That table separated the stars from the earth.
Light-years between us,
different timelines,
different planets.
She fell first.
I arrived four years too late.
Now she moves forward
while I remain in the past—
a past that cannot be undone
and a future that cannot be rewritten.
So I sit and wonder:
Why give everything
only to end with nothing again?
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
We were a table apart.
So close—yet impossibly far.
That table separated the stars from the earth.
Light-years between us,
different timelines,
different planets.
She fell first.
I arrived four years too late.
Now she moves forward
while I remain in the past—
a past that cannot be undone
and a future that cannot be rewritten.
So I sit and wonder:
Why give everything
only to end with nothing again?
For those who don't know "remiss" is failing to act, or being negligent, when you should have acted
I wrote this poem from the lonely distance I felt when I saw her across the table on our friends birthday, the regret I felt—thinking I should've acted faster when I had the chance, realized my feeling a beat quicker
Therefore I named it "distance of remiss"