Beyond the Boundary

A Kyoukai no Kanata Poem

By: Aviantei

Surely, you can see it, too.

We are those who fight. You
slip, you slide, fall into
whatever trouble comes
your way. A mousy girl
that looks great in glasses—
ready to fall, not ready
to fall? Ransacked apartments
and hopping over fences
and moonlight tears. You
pass out from self-caused
anemia, the only way to
survive. Really, our clubroom
conversations are too mundane,
mouths filled with lollipops,
filled with little sisters
and scarves, words of bonsai
sitting in the windowsill, and
glasses—is it the frames
or the lenses that make you
more charming? We fight
off monsters, gruesomeness
disappearing into dust, into
paltry stones that run the
chance of being worth more
than lives, less than what you
need to even pay the rent.
We deal with foxes and cats
and unruly family members
—the sisters, the brothers, the
mothers—and all sorts of
unpleasantries. You stand alone
through it all, convictions wavering,
as you find your guilt again—
even when they never really left you,
the memories of those failures—
as it resonates between us,
as fires roar out of control,
and only love—only that
can help, can make you
sacrifice for us, in the midst
of rowdy yet underpowered
troubles ravishing this town.
The stones left behind sparkle
like the fireworks we saw that
day, like the light off your lenses
as you lip-synched to some
idol's rendition of love, set to
a pop tune. We danced that day.
And as you settle into snow,
settle into the hell that place
is, we will stand against it,
and I will come for you, because
even watching you disappear is
better than forgetting you
existed, better even than that dream
where I imagined you confessed,
the only thing surpassing them all,
your return to that rooftop
where we first were able to meet.

Even when I'm lost, I found you.

I almost posted the outdated version of this poem. Good job me.

I wrote this for my creative writing class, shortly after finishing Kyoukai no Kanata. I should actually go and rewatch it again. I think of it as such a beautiful series, so I hope this poem does it justice.

Thanks for reading