Her

[Volaticus]

Hit me with criticisms / praises. Thank you.
-The reason why there were so many grammatical errors is because I was typing this on my phone, in bed.

--1st Revision
And a nice young man sits on a dock. Just curious. Is there a particular reason that the first word is "And"?
The smell of sea salt ruffles the air.
Each grain of humidity is bound to the pores of his newly shaven beard.
But what is a man without a purpose?
A girl in a long grey sweater. The line above was a question. So reading this line right after, was a bit odd for me, as I first thought it was the answer to the question. I'd guess it was meant to be rhetorical?
She haunts his sight and subsequently he forgets about the seasons, the sun, and the weather.
She stops and gives a brief smile- it's just them now.
There is a blank whiteness behind her. It is nothing. I think that 'It is nothing' is redundant after also saying 'blank whiteness'. I could of course be wrong.
When he sees her time stops. There is no peripheral.
When she sees him there's still the stars, the sun, the fish, and everything else a woman can see. I like this comparison of him and her.
He knows this and everyday haunts himself with screams of 'why, why not just me?'
He stayed up for 4 nights trying to answer a vague question he'd thought of.
And no matter how much time he poured into pondering
the question remained unsolved and kept on bothering-
Him.
Again and again and again.
And now he wasn't just awake, but he was slamming his head on the bunk of his bed.
She lays in a cot and counts the stars.
Thinking of other boys she'd met on bars.
She hadn't a burden in the world, all her needs fulfilled by him and the freedom to give love to them.
She was quite content with the way things were.
She had the beauty, a taste, and the wits. Maybe a comma instead? Mainly because of 'While' in the next line.
While he sat at home and slit his wrists.
After the blood, the pain, and the toll he decides to give. Give what? Up? In?
He lays on the tracks with no will to live.
She cries for days and nights, countless to man.
Wonders what would drive him to that.
'He'd just wanted to die' she figures, and settles the answer in over some sleep.
It fits well in her mind and the puzzles complete. I think it should be 'puzzle's' because it's short for 'puzzle is'
So is my story.

I've added some notes and thoughts, which are of course JMHO.
The poem still seems it could be revised further, but there is also so much to like in it. Thanks a lot for the read and keep on writing