There was a time when you and I
were impossibly tied to one another,
when we reached the ends of our ropes
we had no place to go but each other.
Years of the world trying to pull us apart
had only made us more tightly bound,
but when it came time for us to part
there was no way we could be unwound.
The problem with knots is when they get too tight
and you no longer want them teathered,
you're left with a single heartbreaking choice:
one end needs to be severed.
A rope that's cut will lose its strength
and the ends will begin to fray,
so one would expect it to loosen in time
until it finally falls away,
but even though my end was cut
the day we were torn apart,
the piece of me that remained tied to you
became the chains that still bind my heart.