This Undertow

I can feel it happening

I can feel the slow fate of

Hearts unravelling

And cold decay

Strung out under dark skies

Busy mouths get tongue-tied as

All those voices told

Jokes with no punchline

And I can’t fight this undertow

Half-held hands letting go

All you ever hung from

Heavy knots get undone as

We’ll uncoil in the waves of our own storm

You can fight the sunrise

You can fight your star sign

All you’ll find are just

Jokes with no punchline

I can’t fight this undertow

So loosen your grip and let go

Deafening

All your silence is deafening

Make pretend

You could think of a different ending

But I can’t fight this undertow

Half-held hands let me go

I can feel it happening

I can feel the slow fate of

Hearts unravelling

And cold decay

Strung out under dark skies

Busy mouths get tongue-tied as

Our whole lives become

Jokes with no punchline

And I can’t fight this undertow

Half-held hands letting go