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Click hereI 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.
Perhaps the hurt is measured by the healing needed to recover, just as distance is measured by nearness.
Metric or Imperial, it doesn't matter, some distances are immeasurable, and your poem found them.