No Ship Floats Where Remembrance Does Not

I’ve spent months

that felt like years

trying so hard

just to sail away from you

and yet you’ve drifted closer

and more often by

then the wreckage

that I knew

so much better than yours.

I’ve sunk ships that were larger,

stronger,

and had much wider sterns than yours,

but I could never even poke a hole

in your sail

or leave a dent in your hull.

Now, as I ease and trim the sails

you fade to the distance

but as I turn leeward

the wind carries me back to you anyway

and I wonder if it even matters

the direction I face.