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apart in space
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I could have learned it
in that long-gone classroom,
where, with just a corner away,
the challenge of "Would you...?"
became too overwhelming,
and now only a memory.

There was no doubt
that the studied man later on
should have found questions
for the answers that lived
just down the road,
but then it remained a theory.

From my current standpoint,
after detours and dead ends,
it was a train ride's length
to be the shortest connection
between two points,
still proving true.

My friends, I wished I knew
how to measure your hurt
when, within milliseconds,
distance becomes such an endless word.
I wished I could tell
what's the right scale for you.

Maybe time will tell,
but that's another quantity.

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Paul4playPaul4playabout 3 years ago

Perhaps the hurt is measured by the healing needed to recover, just as distance is measured by nearness.

PiscatorPiscatorabout 3 years ago

Metric or Imperial, it doesn't matter, some distances are immeasurable, and your poem found them.

RiverMayaRiverMayaabout 3 years ago

When distance is measured by time....

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