Feb 2020
I was but a few paces back
Too many to be close
Too few to be far
I saw his eyes as he contemplated
One thought to let go
The other to hold wide
My distance outside realms of binary decision
He looked down, ashamed
As his hand slipped from hard edge
In the last second, he reached and grasped
And held the door open for me
We both looked away awkwardly
As I muttered, "Thanks"
He quietly replied, "No problem"
Too many to be close
Too few to be far
I saw his eyes as he contemplated
One thought to let go
The other to hold wide
My distance outside realms of binary decision
He looked down, ashamed
As his hand slipped from hard edge
In the last second, he reached and grasped
And held the door open for me
We both looked away awkwardly
As I muttered, "Thanks"
He quietly replied, "No problem"
Everyone knows exactly what I'm talking about. Not sure why this scenario inspired a poem, but I have been going non-stop for a few days. I hope this makes you laugh a little and contemplate those awkward moments when a simple yes or no does not suffice.
