Hartlepool Harbour, west side. I think

Swinging my legs, kicking
Rough against cement
Down my neck
Rain, monotonous
Greasy chip paper blew
Weighted down with cold batter
Like my stomach
Dolphins, out at sea
But he lied. I couldn't see
Flick of fin
In grey breakers, dull
I've got a blank
Where are you?
Looking at unmoving boats
There was a ridge in the brick
Harbour wall, uncomfortable,
A down. In my mind,
I was left alone
Even with my parents there.
Look for black cubes
Cuboids, bins, chip fat stains
Modest, hiding from
Places I never went, I wished.