Do the thews of our love still bind you to me when we’re apart? Do they snugly enwrap your heart or are they flapping in the wind drifting in the breeze eddying in currents of air unfeelingly serene? How can I know? When will you return to me? My heart longs to haul you in, draw you closer to me until at last you’re in my arms – But when will it be? You are so far away, and my heart cries in the night. The slipping sound the last of the rope makes as it slithers through the windlass and I’m left staring at a cut, frayed end, the end of all my hopes in you.