Have I seen you before?
Or heard your melancholy song?
On the streets of longing perhaps.
Where the lost lovers mourn.
Did it take you long to get there?
Could you have lived there all along.
Traveled the avenues of loneliness.
Nursing a heart that was torn.
A boulevard of dreams shattered.
Calls our ilk every day.
Broken love affairs linger.
Our brethren a tear strained throng.