Undertow

You say for you there will be no between—

Between the two of us.

Click your heels, raise your voice, bitter the scene;

Count the stars, number our days, fluff and preen.

But, do not, my friend, fly the cusp.

Do not invade the sanctity behind

Sullen instigation.

Instead, let us be, as is; think to find

Resolve shucking pebbles within our minds;

An inebriation.

In pulling thread, gray, through the head, to know

Of once we were and are—

Needles gouging, mending; gapped flesh to sew;

Broken scars in the currents, we do tow.

How we have come so far.

In between, the in-between is solace

To break awaiting falls.

Yet, we slip beneath the storm with distress,

Masking truth with irony to be less

Than was meant; safe in a deep lull.