I’m awash in autumn tears br On a windswept city street; br I’ve been conversing with my fears br That I’ve collected like trinkets and souvenirs br Scattered across these lonely years. br br I love you like an abandoned child br Who never finds his home. br I’ve staked my place br On the newspaper corners br Standing all alone. br br One day, you will meet again br Your hollow, scarecrow friend br And on such a day you will understand br What your absence has done to me. br br I can’t let go of this love br That never should have been.