Love unknown
Time to walk away.

I seem to collect
The loners and the losers
And they are all my lovers.

But this one I seem to want to forget
I don't know her
She doesn't know me.

Because of her
We walk the streets
Day and night
Like tramps
Unhinged with drink and drugs
And strange ***.

Unconnected
We drag
Ourselves
To our own mausoleum.

©Jack Aylward