Rising Temperatures

I stay stagnant my joints frozen my bones turn to grey ashes that got whisked away as you ran by your footsteps to me instead were melodies rhythms that melted the ice as my joints rotate and my body dances more footsteps different melodies but they were running too fast meanwhile you were walking I sped up to hear the different melodies to melt the ice quicker I thought I could come back slow down again

but alas I got caught in the runners' high the warmth of a larger flame little did I know the brighter it burns the faster it goes out what I failed to realise was that it meant I would also end I thought I could come back but I ended up leaving I hope you remember my rhythm for as long as you burn bright I know I did till my dying light.