Loving you has been like waiting for a ship to come home. You never know if it will. Everyone could have drowned. Maybe pirates attacked them. Day after day you wait for the ship to come in and smell that salty seawater with both longing and dread, half alive, half dying.

But hoping all the same. Dreaming of the day you get to hold the man you love close again.

But very aware that mother sea could have consumed him deep in her watery thighs…