Half Moon Run

Written by: Krystal Cochrane

Sprint little heart beats
never slow 
when I need you most
the farther you go.
The heart can be slowed 
by three soft words 
but when the going gets tough 
they are never heard. 
Run half moon run 
before you wane  
the white light chipped 
sick solitary pain. 
How many days 
and how many nights 
can anxiety panic 
and delicate nerves fight. 
How long before 
the frame will break 
how much cold  
can one body take. 
The more you retreat
the less you feel. 
What I trusted you with
you soon will steal.