Worlds Apart

She sat on a chair in

The hospital waiting room

Hoping for good news,

Two seats away from where he’d been

Only an hour before

And he stepped into her favorite

Coffee shop to get out of the rain

Buying the drink she always bought

On Thursday afternoons

When she built her garden

Early that spring

He walked his dogs in the park

Where she used to read her textbooks

And go for long afternoon runs

But she never passed him in the

Grocery store where they both bought bread

And he missed her on the subway

Every evening as they traveled home

So she sang his favorite lullaby

When she said goodnight to

Her little baby girl and

He wrote his memoirs on the backs of

  Old receipts, all alone in the dark

C.R. Sutton

another poem I wrote for my creative writing class. It's about two people that come so close to meeting, but never actually interact with one another.