Angele Toomey Poetry

I want this moment to freeze
so that I can hold you
a moment longer
and not let go.
The second hand can stop
to let the hour stretch on.
This linear time universe 
we are is cursed 
as it hurtles us towards
a lonely infinity.
An eternal void
devoid of the light
in your eyes
That sparkles like stars.
I want time to wait
so that I can find 
the right words
before I fade.