Memory

To beg for the seconds to stop ticking.
For shadows to freeze
So I can bask in the sunlight
A bit longer.

To demand my memory to stay
For images to be embedded
So I can feel the breeze
A bit longer.

Words that don't come to me
Bellow out my cry.
Door to desperation
Opened once again.

And we are back.

Fearful of thrills that await.
Fearful of uncertainty that rests.
With us.

If I call out to you in all the desperation,
It still won't reach you.