If There Was One Thing I Could Do…

I’d spin around. Counterclockwise. Till my feet hurt.
Till every muscle in my body screamed out in pain.
Till my legs threatened to detach from the rest of me, and run off the face of the galaxy.
Till every bit of energy was drained from my being.
And then some more.

Till each turn I took robbed the planet of just a little bit of angular momentum.
Slowing its spin the tiniest bit.
Lengthening the night.
Drawing out longer afternoons.
Dragging out the longest sunsets.
Pushing back the dawn.

Giving me a little more time here.

With You.