Quick on the Draw

You 

love me 

fast, miss me 

faster, I ran to 

you, now running away takes 

much longer. To get to you  

was almost all down hill, just an 

inbreath and an outbreath or two, but the 

climb is ahead, it is ahead, I'm not turning  

back, even if the way I’m going means leaving you 

at the last turn in the path. I remember you held 

me to you. You and the seconds jump and you held me 

to you faster and as each day passed the nights fell away quicker, 

until 

I saw. 

I saw your 

breath on my breast 

as it became no more 

than a whisper, yes we were 

quick on the draw, but the blood 

takes its time, it is still seeping faster.