One simple ask

One simple ask I pray God grant me the proficiency to make time with you last longer; insight to use it wisely; and knowledge to cauterise buds of doubt before they flower into regrets. But if time granted me more time, I would be brazenly selfish. I would slow its stride and take it firmly by the hand. Every thought I ever thought, and every feeling I ever felt would be openly expressed. I would not only follow my dreams, but I would also lead them. I would live every micro moment gleefully and without hesitation. I would take much longer walks along the river; lie on wet grass, with the sun striking my eyes and kissing my face. I would saunter a bit longer on parked benches and watch time sneak past my eyes with the stealth of birds. I would make breakfast linger past lunchtime and have dinner stretch into breakfast. My hands would reach out more for your hands to talk about the simple things. I would relish more the soothing warmth of silence and refrain from filling it with words. Silence, I now know allows thoughts to dream and marinate and for serenity to find its inner footing. I would touch the quiet laughter in your voice and hold the smiles that decorate your face. I would take many more pictures with my eyes’ camera and store them on the hard drive of my mind to retrieve when you are not around. Because I understand that time, though generous, is fleeting. Special moments, though bountiful, can quickly retreat into the rearview looking glass of time, leaving loads of shoulda-woulda-couldas. Hence, if I could pocket more time with you, I would be unashamedly selfish. I would make time my prisoner.