Poetry

The ship has sailed,
The tears have dried,
I've slowly moved on,
God knows, at least I've tried
I've blocked you out,
I've set you down,
I've put you in the past,
But you persist,
I can't resist,
You creep up on me at last.
The ship is sinking now,
The tears slowly return
The all-too-familiar feeling
Of the inner, deeper burn
I'll slowly soldier on
Pretend that I don't care
While it won't show,
deep down I know,
I'm caught forever in your glare.