Running in red

I run and run — my pulse redlines,

Meters melt, I’m bending time,

Thoughts pixelate, the noise resigns,

I thin to a thread through neon lines.

A wall of shapes keeps changing signs,

A plane, a duck, in chalky lines,

Sweat crowns my temples, threads my spine,

I stay in the red, no finish line.

Running in red, you calibrate my will,

Metronomes fracture, you steady the thrill,

Every step transmits, a code you distill,

Running in red, till the sirens turn still.

You say I ghost what hearts reveal,

But salt and steam is how I heal,

You draw a map that says stand still,

I mark it RUN and turn the wheel.

The ground goes soft, the sky leans clear,

Your name arrives in my inner ear,

I’m half a siren, half a seer,

But you’re the quiet I engineer.

Between the spike and the second breath,

You cool the graph to a gentle crest,

Every scar writes data, line by line,

In your quiet, the metrics align.

Running in red, my arteries strobe like runway lights,

You trim the noise, turn panic to pilot lights,

Step after step, you phase-lock my timing right,

I’m running in red, we clear the tower, cruising height.

Forget fitter, delete better. The final metric: I'm closer to you.