Lowtide

I been reading the dark like mail

Little notes in the sink of dawn

I got a pocket full of overdue days

And a name I won’t call out loud

Walk past the block where the old ties stayed

Same cracked curb same thinning crowd

I keep my face where the calm looks close

But my chest still knocks on the door

Got a slow-burn ache in my bones I know

Still I keep coming back for more

Low tide letters

Low tide letters

What you left me

Keeps coming back

Low tide letters

Low tide letters

I can’t fold it

Put it in black

I let it drift

I let it sting

Then it comes back

On a thin string

Now the room feels big when the phone goes mute

And the screen just glows like frost

I been making peace with the little truths

That the hard ones always cost

Every step got weight when I walk alone

Every breath got a haunted edge

Still I hold that line like a weathered stone

Till the cold turns into a pledge

Low tide letters

Low tide letters

What you left me

Keeps coming back

Low tide letters

Low tide letters

I can’t fold it

Put it in black

I been reading the dark like mail

Little notes in the sink of dawn

Low tide letters

And I’m still here on and on