The Dock of Ampleforth Bay (A Poem)

I sit and wait and watch,
As the wee rowboats drift by.
I watch and wait and sit,
As I take a deep breath and try not to cry.

I stare at the horizon,
Waiting for just a glimpse.
The horizon stare back at me,
I, longing to see that ship.

I had received a letter,
From my love, whom I've been longing to see.
I quickly returned a letter,
To my darling across the sea.

"I'm coming home soon," he said,
The extravagant butterflies filling my stomach.
"Come home soon," said I,
My heart at the highest summit.

Patiently I wait,
For the ship that was due a year ago,
Patiently I watch,
For my dearly beloved beau.

Rumour has it,
That there was a tragic accident.
Rumour has it,
That not one person survived it.

My friends all tell me,
To let it go and face reality.
I tell all my friends,
That I am locked inside, my heart in captivity.

"Just face the facts,
"It's been a year," they cry.
The facts I face:
He's coming back; he did not die.

So now, I sit and wait and watch,
For the ship that went away.
I watch and wait and sit,
On the dock of Ampleforth Bay.