Some days I want to make time slow down
Like the time you beat me in ping pong
Or the night the amber light of the hotel bar
Filtered through your wind swept hair
And caught the completeness of your essence
As we held hands and laughed
And listened to old jazz songs.
Time is relative like everything else,
Contingent on one’s perspective.
Blast into space and hit the hyperdrive
Or spiral around the outer cone of a black hole
And, from someone else’s vantage point,
Time seems to slow to a crawl.
I’ll never approach the speed of light
So I’ve been looking for something heavy,
An object of infinite mass
That we can circle at our leisure.
Each step will seem to take a thousand years
Each kiss will last a hundred kalpas.
But for us, it will be as before:
After maybe a minute has elapsed
Our lungs will burn and ache
And our lips will have to break
And we’ll return to a world that has long since passed:
The extinguished sun, this frozen dead earth.
Alas, the obstinate constancy of relativity.