Family shores

I have sailed for many years, but always come back to your shore. The familiarity and how it pains me; this is the choas I adore I know I can never dock. I'm nobody, an outsider to abhor. I'll pretend I don't mind while I know my heart is poor. Ive made my travel here and can pour my final drink I called out to you, but you looked up and didn't blink I cried a single tear for you, as you watched my sailboat sink