Friday, January 31, 2025

THE MEASUREMENT PROBLEM

Ironically, before 
there were numbers, 

the dream 
of you and I 

was a lot more 
precise. 

Our goodbyes 
were less conceptual, 

our barbs 
more cut and dried. 

Twice 
was a luxury; 

halfway, 
a meeting place. 

Now, I can no longer lie 
in the dark at night 

and estimate the worth 
of your indefinite face, 

then drift off to sleep 
while I count myself lucky 

that you're simply 
nearby, 

or else
very far away.