Maybe I’d be drifting, slowly at first; Approaching specks of light in the distance; Once there, now here, free of space and not time; Perhaps an error in the equations Would have me lost in the empty darkness Or free to run along amongst the light.
And you would stand alone in the Sun’s light, Telling everyone that you were there first And that you would stay until the darkness To watch as I traveled in the distance. Your hand guided mine through the equations And reminded me to account for time.
You were wrong, of course, to tell me that time Would stand idle until the morning light Of my return, and those sad equations Would stare back into my eyes, quiet first But then screaming, filling the dead distance And echoing through the void of darkness.
I hope when your eyes are filled with darkness And you listen to the passing of time, Or your hands reach through the empty distance That you get up and walk outside; the light You see from the stars passed by my eyes first. Find peace in that, not from the equations.
I will obsess over these equations Until my mind is filled by the darkness; Insanity, if not from silence first Then by the harrowed tick and tock of time… Or maybe I’d stand in the fading light And pay no mind to the growing distance.
So thus we wait and hope for the distance To honor the truth of the equations. Seconds pass slowly at the speed of light; Leaving it behind leaves only darkness; Perfect silence in the absence of time. I question whether my heart will stop first.
Maybe I’ll forget the equations first. Time grows slower, the distance grows larger. But the darkness fades. Only light remains.