On the pier

Not a ripple, remains she still,
Stood on her, a moored idle boat.

It does rhythm with my time
Thirty years, a day and I still pay

A tide was rising, crowd and loud and in the midst,
stood there she, To whom had I not wanted to be.

Was stood here on this pier,
Pretended to be indifferent,
Though my heart sank at the thought of not having her near,
And sailed she away not to return.
Remained I on this pier,
Measuring the unmap distant  T.r