13 Days After

What do you see beneath the mist?

What do you find when the dew is thick?

Is no one there to haul me in?

Drifting anchorless, I am lost at sea.

I couldn’t see the fading sparks.

I reached for you, but it was all burning ash.

She took my light and made it dim.Am I still asleep, or is this a dream?

I am lost at sea.Is anyone out there to pull me in?

Why did you ever love a man like me?

Now I drift alone in an abandoned creek.

So this is how it feels to sink.