days are fleeting
nights seem everlasting
i hear it calling again
its undertow lulling me away.

grey, mauve, and muted rose
air saline.

it awaits
ticket pending,
it's yet to be punched.

two already expired
i missed my chance.

fade in and out.

this time
i promised i would stay
still there are yet
some things
i wish to say.

naturally, it will occur
and the sound
of the low tide
i will hear.