Frozen Frame

The picture given here has been taken by an aquaintance (Find some more here). So I cannot take its credit. But, yes I will take all the credit (or discredit) of the poem that follows. The trigger of poem is attributed to the picture but as it developed, it took a few twist and turns to reach a somewhat disconnected ending. I wanted to title it "Frozen Frame" when I started but now that I have ended it, I am not sure what should I call it. Any ideas???

How does it feel to be frozen in time
In a frame where the seconds don't roll by
In the middle of an undone crime
In the instant you were still to try?

When the smile your eyes expressed
Had yet to reach your lips
When the words that you had phrased
Had yet to know their slips

How does it feel to stop when
You had just started to fall
How does it feel to abandon
When you hadn't begun it at all

Imagine the wind tangled in the creases
Of your motionless apparel
Or lost its path when the time freezes
To become something but a gale

Imagine the moving clouds stopped
Before they found their way
Imagine the rain that was dropped
Had to stop in the space and stay

How does it feel if you spoke
Yet the words were never heard
What if the heart just broke
But the pieces never shattered

I wonder if it is possible
To arrive but never to leave
Can someone at a moment, still
Be untrue yet not deceive?