I thought I understood distance When I learned at school it is defined as “The amount of space between two points.” I learned distance can be measured in various units As steps, kilometres and miles or even intervals of time.
I thought I understood distance When I counted 2362 steps walking to school And noticed my dad’s car meter increasing two miles In three minutes driving me back home.
But my understanding had changed when I started measuring longer distances. And attempting to cross them.
I travelled a distance measured in kilometres and hours to see him. Such distances can be easily crossed. Either I took the next train, or drove my car Distance as an amount of space was two thousand kilometres And distance as an amount of time was only a few hours.
I thought I understood distance, But never the amount of space between two specific points; My lips and his lips.
I travelled a distance measured in bottles of wine and years to kiss him. Such distances can’t be easily crossed. I could walk miles of skin And distance as an amount of space between us Could extend tiresome. But such distances aren’t necessarily a barrier. I have crossed all the oceans we created I counted all the bodies And I have indulged in his lips.
It took me two bottles of wine and twenty years To actually understand distance
But my understanding is obsolete For him and I , Are still two distant entities.
I started writing this poem with great inspiration, but the inspiration wore off halfway through, which is why I still feel it is not complete. Please tell me what you think, and what you would suggest. P.S : the poem is written to be read in a loud and slow manner.