A Son’s Ransom

I might bargain all
the moments of my life,
but none of yours are given.
There is no ransom
I could pay to have
your seconds gone, enlivened.
If the hours spent amounted
to a fortune lost and gained,
I’d transfer all to your account,
and know the balance was obtained.
Where aside from my side were you
meant to walk and be,
till some normal thing
grabbed me from you,
but never you from me?
Moments still arise and
dance within the wonder,
while love that shadowed all
is slowly pulled asunder.
There is a price for all the breaths
that animate my living,
but I would vest them all in you
if life would grant my giving.