The lover & the tide

I am cold, 

with head in hand

down in the place I saw her last,

under the pier with water and sand

watching the low tide rise, fast.

Should I remain 

and let it be today,

or refrain and see what comes tomorrow,

for if I choose to lay here and stay

it would only pass on more sorrow.

So I start to head home, 

eastward from the sea

towards the life I live for another,

with forced hope that one day you and I will be

together, my long lost lover.