Just to get it out

standing on a concrete pier
with the brazen wind in my face
and the quite roar of the water in my ears
thinking of the couldashouldabeens
between you and i
the reel of our time finishes
and my inner monologue hears the flapping
of the last 8 inches of film
slapping the machinery of my mind
which means you are still there
in a handful of frames
you and i
standing on a concrete pier
with the brazen wind in our faces
and the quite roar of the water in our ears