Undertones 

I’m drowning in 

the undertones 

of red and grey, 

blue, and gold. 

I’m drowning in the 

undertones

of every little detail, 

slip of paper,

piling of the sleeves. 

I’m drowning in

the undertones 

of your mummering voice

settled ever so gently in my ear, 

hearing the faint happiness,

and cries of our life. 

I’m drowning in

the undertones,

and can no longer breathe fire.

You’ve suffocated me long enough, 

and it’s time to let this go.