Lost in the Undertow

Where did all the fire between us go? Days and nights feel distant,

moving slow. Our little boat is waiting on a tsunami strike. We stay together

for despite of light. I'm searching for an answer in the quiet air.

Is it in you? Or hidden somewhere in me there? Where are you?

Where am I? The boat is sinking, no flame alive. Where are you?

Where are we? What's our route? Can we find our way back through?

In my head I'm drifting through the deepest night. Every step we

took still flickers in the light. We mend the cracks, but in this