She stares at the waves lapping the hull
And the glint of sun on water reminds her
Of his charming smile
Of his personality
The ship she is on
Is nothing like his
But everything still reminds her of it
Right down to the bilges
Its like ghosts follow her
Like so many little thoughts
All twirling and tumbling and dancing around
Until all she can think about is
Him him him
Until she doesn't know
If she really doesn't love him
If she really doesn't care
As if she doesn't wish he would mend her tattered heart
That he helped break
And left to rot in her chest