From Afar - short video poem

I barely see your ship from here today. In fact, I can't. I'm wishful thinking. I lied. I dreamt your ship was sinking. And I tremble thinking of you cast away. I barely hear the sea this evening. It's windy. And you promised you'd be back. I trust your word. Your warmth. I miss your breathing. But I will leave in case you choose to not come back. Dear sister. It's been years since I've been waiting. I wished you back so much that here you are. My anvil. Shore. My seashell and my vessel. I barely see the land now from afar.