Those Moments

For time to stop in an instant,

the idea that it could and

I could control how many moments pass

I do not think is what we believe it to be.

If time is stuck, then I suppose I must be too,

and you and them and every one and thing.

All of us trapped within a fraction of a second

unable to go forwards or backwards.

There would be no moving or changing,

no undoing what has been done,

or exploring the world.

Because we are locked there and then,

confined until I hit resume.

But if I had that chance,

that control for which so many yearn,

time would be suspended during the first kiss;

the moment at the alter;

that first night together.

The feelings would linger indefinitely during our perfect moments,

when my children are born, and all their steppingstones.

When finally, I am taught what being needed, loved, and wanted means

I'd likely remain in those lessons forever.

The days where everything is good would never have to end.

But when they do, and the cruel hands of time tick away,

I would cling to each breath of those whose days are drawing near.

If time would freeze for me,

do my bidding with a single snap,

I would use my power in the moments

that I could never get back.