Run

I follow you out into the snow;
my feet growing numb.
Your body flashes in the distance
my childhood image of God.
Slowly flickering away.

My innocent breath stumbling
only strengthened when I call your name;
your body's pressed in bronze light-
a model of sacrifice.

The air trembles;
the revolver back-firing.
Sending the stars into retreat.
Orders to rise and run,
but don't get too far.
Dissolve along the wind.