If I could stop the world for you, I would.
Give you time to feel
time to breathe, time to heal.
But as they say, life goes on.
Time is scarce;
we move through it like passing cars.
Time is ruthless; time is harsh.
It waits for none;
the inevitable orbit around the sun.
But maybe we could play pretend.
We’ll create a black hole;
and we’ll stay in it until you feel whole.
Time won’t find us; no one will.
Let the world turn.
This peace you have; it is well-earned.