If the world stopped spinning,

Maybe you would hold me for a minute…

And there wouldn’t be the what ifs of tomorrow

Or the should haves of yesterday

Or the maybe wills of today.

You’d talk with me,

And we’d laugh,

And time would stand still with us,

Even while the sun started to set…

And while the light would shift from hazy red to dusty blue,

You’d glance over for just a moment and see me—

Really, truly see me.

The world would have stopped spinning—

It might never spin again.