My Love Will Scar the Earth

My Love Will Scar the Earth

Stretch, scarlet cord-braid
In sync with the quick velocity of starfall,
Three sweet years of longing —

Body, witness,
This temporal cruelty, like flesh in unknown spaces,
Hair from unknown traces — hands in forbidden places:

My love will scar the earth, as it will carve
Even thoughts not mine into my own, and even
Leaving vague messages on these dead bones.

Sunset, twilight, adhere: my love will scar time,
Memory, and remembrance. I may fade so quickly, or subtly,
But my love will never disappear completely:
It lives on the ley lines, the highways of Tokyo,
My love crawls the subway-veins-and-branches;
I am, I have become,
The very heartbeat of this city,
And I know you can feel me.

Three years of sweet longing—
It is not for nothing; time is an infinite fiend,
A crude little game of sticks for threads,
Over wine,

But I shall drink you, and you shall live in me,
Bathing in the darkness of this cave —
Time is an infinite fiend, and we are rivers drawn to sea:
I will find you,
Find you, definitely;

My love will scar the earth,
And there then, you shall find me.

— A. P.

*inspired by the film “Kimi no Na wa.” (“Your Name.”)


Writing Concept #776ASJDGHSAKJ

Perhaps one of the greatest inconveniences of time is that there are moments when it goes by so fast, we can’t keep up. For many people, the inability to catch up with the things that matter most has been a constant source of worry, which can become their worst fear, eventually. There have been missives and poems and countless stories written about this, too; always emphasizing how precious the passage of time is, always reminding us that we should never miss a beat.

But if we really stop and think about it, time, or its passage, are never the precious things. These are but constructs of the human mind, designed to describe a cosmic concept that are as natural as gravity, eclipses, or the tides. We gave names and concrete definitions of these things so as to be able to communicate better and form better ideas of them in our heads. Now, don’t get me wrong: the phenomenon we call “time” is real, what I’m saying is that the worries, and fears, are misplaced. We must not fear lost time, for time is a matter of perception. Time was conceived so we can conveniently measure our lives in seconds or hours, or days; just as space was conceived so we could express the boundaries and frontiers that we have crossed in terms of distance, or volume, or depth.

No, what we should fear are lost moments, the lost chances, the lost opportunities. What we should worry about are the could-have-beens, the should-have-beens. Have you ever heard the phrase, “there’s no point wallowing in the past?” That is not true. There is a point, and there is no shame in wallowing and dwelling and reflecting on the choices you could have made, on the life you could have lived had you taken *this* or *that* chance and “seized the moment,” so to speak. By weighing the choices that matter, you can evaluate what you have right now and compare it against what you would have gained before, if you had taken another path. The questions you ask and the dilemmas you resolve in your mind can be the start of self-improvement. Would things be better? Would *I* be in a better state if I took that chance? Would feelings linger longer? Would I be feeling happiness right now, instead of unfathomable sorrow? Would certain people have stayed?

Time means different for many people, but time is never gold. Time… time is there, and time goes, and we can never do anything about that. What is golden are the opportunities, the choices we make, and how we respond.

A. P.